CHAPTER 32
“MURPHY, WILL YOU get on with it!”
First, he didn’t like coming to the yard by Pond Cottage, but now it seemed he didn’t want to leave it.
The lady who owned the place looked on with a scowl. She hadn’t been impressed when I announced we were moving on so soon, but I hadn’t been impressed by her using Murphy’s water bucket to weed her garden, so I figured we were even.
“I’m so sorry!” I called to the girl whose wheelbarrow he’d just backed into, which caused him to leap forward as if it had attacked him.
At least he went in the direction of the gate.
“It’s for your own good, you i***t,” I told him as he finally condescended to walk down the lane. “A palace awaits you. You get better grass and a bigger bed.”
I left out the part about Alvarez and his grumpiness. Even though
