Page 75 of Will Bark for Pizza
Mom has jokes.
I always miss Mom more.
“Hey, Beckett, you have a minute?”
Uncle Connor wants to give my new best friend treats?
“Yep.”
“We better get to bed, huh, Bubbies?”
Bed, yes.
Unless New Best Friend has treats.
We should see if he has treats.
“Red?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t worry.”
“About what?”
New Best Friend is getting really close to Mom.
Maybe I should step between their legs.
Remind them I’m here.
I’ll wedge them apart so I can fit.
I think they forgot I’m here.
Right here.
That’s the perfect spot.
“I’llkeep your secret.”
Mom?
New Best Friend is walking away.
Mom, why are you frozen?
Mom?
“Let’s go get you a treat, Bubbies.”
Ooh, treat!
TWENTY-THREE
BECKETT
I turnedonto the familiar private road as the sun lowered toward the mountain peaks in the distance. Cars, trucks, and SUVs lined both sides of the dirt drive leading out to the Ghost Lake cabin, leaving a questionable amount of room for two vehicles headed in opposite directions to pass one another.
