Chad wolfed his cupcake down pretty quickly. He guzzled the milk down in record time, too, and Tucker wondered if he’d soon be hit with brain freeze. Tucker was a nibbler. He began to feel a bit self-conscious, but luckily, was saved as Chad’s youngest sister came in.
“Who’s that?” The little redheaded moppet pointed right at Tucker.
“That’s your brother’s friend,” Mrs. Burke said.
“What’s his name?”
“Carrie, this is Tucker,” Chad said. “Tucker, my sister, Carrie.”
“Nice to meet you, Carrie,” Tucker said.
Carrie hugged her stuffed gray-and-white kitty closer to her chest, as if Tucker was a catnapper about to steal it. “Tucker what?”
“Carrie!” Mrs. Burke snapped.
“Why does he have hair on his face?”
Tucker reached up to touch the slight scruff on his chin. He got frosting in it. “
