Sam laughs so hard he chokes. “What is wrong with you? Seriously.”
“She likes it,” Daneca says.
“I hate to be the one to have to point this out to you,” he says, “but she doesn’t understand what you’re saying.”
“Maybe she does,” I say. “Who can tell, right? She’s purring.”
“Whatever, dude. So, do we keep the money?”
“It’s either that or release another mouse into the walls.”
“Right, then,” Sam says. “We keep the money.”
I drive the rest of the way home, unbuckle Grandad, and shake him. When that doesn’t work, I slap him in the face hard enough that he grunts and opens his eyes a little.
“Mary?” he says, which freaks me out because that’s my grandmother’s name and she’s been gone a long time.
“Hold on to me,” I say, but his legs are rubbery and he’s not much help. We go slowly. I b
