When Jack entered the living room, he found Anna lying on the couch in denim shorts and a blue t-shirt, bathed in the light that came through the front window. She was reading a novel on a tablet.
Spock was chilling out on the floor, snoozing with his face buried between his front paws. He lifted his little head when Jack came in and squinted a few times as if to say, “Don’t even think about it, human; she’s my snuggle buddy.”
my“So, it’s not going well?” Anna asked, still engrossed in her book.
Jack sighed, shuffling across the room, and then knelt beside her. He hung his head in dismay. “Not really,” he said. “Claire really has her heart set on going to that school.”
“You haven’t been able to figure out their evil scheme?”
“That’s just it,” Jack muttered, resting his back against th
