Leigh leaned over the seat. “Now, you just tuck that little trash panda into your cleavage. Quiets him right down.” Emma pulled her shirt open and put the swaddled raccoon inside. “Are we even sure this is safe?” I asked, glancing at the lump under her shirt. “If they’re not safe, why are they cute, Justin?” Emma said. “It’s the forbidden puppy,” Mom said. All three women started laughing.
