Variation

by Rebecca Yarros

Now, Sadie and I are going to take a nap. No need to find her a home. I’m hers now.”

The intuition of dogs was indisputable.

“Sloppy feet!” Mom screamed. “Sloppy parenting,” Anne retorted over her shoulder.

good for you, Anne.

“Have to give it to Mom,” Eva said as we reached the first floor. “She picked the bougiest assisted living facility known to man.”