THE DAY WAS PREDICTED to be sunny, a good day to go to the beach. Queen momentarily forgot the existence of the bug and asked Moppet if she would like to go for a run to the beach. Like most dog owners, she talked to her canine baby as if it could comprehend what she was saying.
She chatted to Moppet as she got ready. Every word she said was transmitted clearly and gleefully listened to by two unseen predators.
Val perked up.
‘I can have her, right? I can get married to her. I really, really like her. No, no ... I really, really love her.’
Michael looked at his slow brother with disdain. It didn’t matter to him what Val felt for Queen or what he wished to do with her; he had no interest in women anyway. All that mattered to him was getting the damned phone back, and everything else Bel
