Three Strikes and You're Mine

by R.S. Grey

“Our goal?” Harper lifts a flap that was concealing a picture of an adorable golden retriever puppy. “Earn enough money to buy a dog.” “No,” I answer simply. We’ve gone over this a thousand times. We’re not getting a dog right now. Maybe at some point in the future, but I have a hard enough time being responsible for one living thing at the moment, let alone two. “Right,” Harper says, unbothered as she rips the dog picture away to reveal a Barbie Dreamhouse. “New goal.” Chloe leans forward. “Does that thing have a jacuzzi?”