CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Coming back into the sun, the first thing he heard was Megan asking if cats ate tortoises.
“No, dear, they wouldn’t be able to get through the shell.”
He smiled at Trudy’s patient reply.
“What do they eat?”
“They eat fish, dear, you know that.”
“Oh yes, fish, I knew that.”
“You’re really good with her,” he said, approaching them.
The look she gave him wasn’t completely cold.
‘She definitely likes me,’ he thought.
“Can I just see if he wants it?”
Megan wasn’t convinced that cats didn’t eat tortoises.
Her mother shook her head, and the child sighed theatrically. Malik hung back, his look halfway between concern and adoration.
“I wondered if you wanna go eat?” Justin asked.
"I want to wash my hair first.”
“Do you mind if I go for a walk?”
She shrugged without
