“I lashed out, and you didn’t deserve it. So I’m sorry. If you want to be Gwen Dawson, mother of raccoons, then I won’t stand in your way. I support you in that venture. You can be seen and heard in my house. And you are welcome to befriend overgrown rodents who may or may not carry diseases. I won’t judge you.” I tilt my head to show that I don’t quite believe him. With a heavy sigh, he shakes his head, holding a hand up in defeat. “Much.” I smile broadly. “Yeah, that’s more believable.”
