I chomp down another egg sandwich. It’s more comfortable in dog form because I have the jaws for it, and I look like less of a hog eating a whole English muffin in one bite this way.
I’m exhausted. I want to turn back into a man, but Ravi and Sarah are still here. If I transform now, I have to put clothes on, and I don’t want to. I want to go straight to the shower, and then collapse into my bed, preferably with Elisa cuddled up against me. She’s blown my mind again, accepting all this so easily.
I whine, tempted to bring back my mouth and ask my friend and his daughter to head out.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Elisa asks.
I look at her, eyes pleading, and then look at the door.
Sarah is sitting nearby, the remains of tacos scattered all over the tile. Her head is on her paws, and she looks
