“Then why are we talking about dead squirrels?” Dad asked. “Because Josiah likes her,” Mom said. I groaned. “The squirrel?” Dad asked. “No, Audrey.” “Who’s Audrey?” “One of your tenants,” Mom said. “Josiah intervened at the Timberbeast when her ex was harassing her. And he held a funeral for a dead squirrel at her house. Those are separate things.” “So the ex didn’t have anything to do with the squirrel,” Dad said. Mom shook her head. “No.” “Maybe,” I said.
