The Girl in the TowerPete didn’t stick around long at the Bachman house, even though it meant leaving the dog behind. Before he left, Mrs. Legstrong handed him a business card. “Here’s my phone number in case you ever need to contact me, or my lab.”
“Lab as in ‘Labrador Retriever’?” Pete asked, scratching True Blue behind the ears.
“Either that or the laboratory I work at,” said Mrs. Legstrong.
Pete smiled. “Got it. Thanks.” He knelt next to True Blue and gave the dog a hug. “I’m sorry I can’t stay longer, but I don’t want my mom to worry. Speaking of getting home, I’d better check my smartphone map and—uh-oh. I left it in my backpack when I zoomed over here. Bye, everyone!”
He gave them all a quick wave, then sped off like a bullet in clothes that were still damp, hoping no one had st
