“See? You don’t remember names unless they’re important to you.” “She’s not important to me. She’s a pain in my ass. I had to help her hold a funeral for a dead squirrel this morning.” Dad came in through the back door right as I said dead squirrel. His brow furrowed. “Where was there a dead squirrel?” “Audrey’s house,” Mom chimed in. “Who’s Audrey?” Dad asked. “The girl Josiah saved from her ex-boyfriend at the Timberbeast.”
