Page 133 of Courage, Dear Heart

I raise an eyebrow. “So you did.”

“The vet said to give her a warm bath and wash her with Dawn dish soap. That will help with fleas if she has any, but it’s winter, so it’s unlikely,” Jamie adds.

I smile. “I guess there’s only one thing left to do.”

“What?” they ask at the same time.

“What shall we name her?”

“Frosty?” Jamie suggests.

“Noel,” Elliott says at the same time.

I nod. “I like that. Frosty Noel it is.”

I peer into the kitten’s mismatched eyes. “Welcome to our home.”

Welcome to our messy, loud, chaotic, and absolutely perfect life.

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