CHAPTER TEN
The next morning I drove to my parent’s house for blueberry pancakes. My mother was a phenomenal cook, but she and Dad recently started a weird longevity diet involving nuts, berries and seeds. At least this was Juliet’s claim as she bemoaned, “Mom’s making Dad and me eat squirrel food.” Juliet didn’t cook, so she grazed at other people’s houses as often as she could.
I opened the front door to my parent’s house and called out to them. Watson bounded up on his short little legs and wiggled his nubby tail and butt with joy. “Hi boy! Did you miss me? Did you’ums have a doggie play date?” I picked him up, and he licked my face.
“ Good morning, sweetheart. Watson was on his best behavior. I think this was the first time he didn’t dig around the yard and drag any dead thing he f
