“Did you hear that?” I ask and Theo bites down on his bottom lip like he’s holding back a laugh. “It’s the squirrels,” he whispers ominously. “Don’t fucking joke about that shit, Theo. It could have rabies, and if I get bitten, I’ll have to get a shot. I hate shots. I don’t want to have one stuck in my butt.” “It’s actually four shots,” he clarifies, and I scoot even closer to him. “Well, that’s much, much worse!”
