I could swear that grimace in which he showed all his teeth was a smile—or meant to be one. And now that I think about it, it was a pleasant smile.
The werewolf returned some fifteen minutes later, with a sheet of paper between his fingers. In the meantime, I got rid of the other trash bag and thought I should burn all that fur, as an efficient way of making it disappear, just in case. Suddenly, I didn’t want anyone catching me with all that in the garbage bin.
Alexander held the paper out to me, but when he saw that I wasn’t approaching to take it, he set it down on the table—our inert intermediary par excellence. He lifted his muzzle with dignity and gestured toward what he had brought, as if it were some kind of treasure.
“We’re square now. I hope,” he said, with a serious growl.
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