Page 73 of Will Bark for Pizza
“Huh, guess I missed some of that frosting,” he said, reaching his thumb up to the side of my mouth again.
I fought the urge to turn my head, to capture that thumb with my own lips. I wanted to see his reaction when I sucked his thumb between my lips. But before I could follow through with that reckless impulse, his confession stopped me dead.
“You’re Diana Davenport.”
TWENTY-TWO
HUSKER
“Your mom is home.”
Mom is home?
Opal, you give the best pets.
You also taste good.
Lick, lick, lick.
“You should go to her. She needs you.”
Is she okay?
“I think she’s confused.”
Oh, I get it.
Mom needs to give me booty scratches.
That’ll make her feel better.
“Yes, Bubbies. It will.”
Lick, lick, lick.
Opal giggles are my favorite.
“C’mon, Husker.”
Uncle Connor.
Does Uncle Connor havetreats?
“In his left pocket.”
Opal you’re the best.
It’s why I let you give me hugs.
Oh! Uncle Connor has the leash.
Are we going on a walk?
Click.
“Good boy, Husker.”
Left pocket.
