Spencer had a serious expression.
“Yes, maybe I should have spoken with your parents. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your call, but is your mother having trouble with her employment?”
“God, you’re so posh Spencer,” she said with a laugh. “Her employment is crap. Absolute and utter s**t—and I mean big dollops of stinking human s**t, mainly on night shifts for low wages. She’s proud of her life and of what she does.”
“I’m very much looking forward to meeting her. She must be quite a woman to have created you.”
“She only did my white bits and my freckles.”
“Freckles?”
“They’re in here somewhere. Breed with me you just dunno what’s gonna pop out. A pathologist told me last week we’re all ninety-five percent dog.”
Spencer started to laugh.
“Honestly Shannon. I just never know what you’re
