12
Foxfire
I bounce up at the crack of dawn. Tank slumbers beside me, and I let him. He probably needs a break, poor guy.
My fox is eager to be on the prowl.
I check the mirror before I leave. Yep, Tank clearly bit me. It’s deeper than I first thought. Broke the skin and everything, but it’s already healed. I push my hair back to admire the bite and then arrange my colorful locks over the marks to hide them.
I stop by my mom’s room on the way out, pressing my ear against her door. I try my nose, but I only smell hotel carpet and cleaner. My fox is impatient, so I hurry on down to the market. It’s early, and most of the stalls are being set up. To my surprise, Sunny is there, holding a paper cup. Tea, from the smell of it. My nose is getting better.
“Darling! Did you have fun last nig
