Miles stepped out the front door right before Charlie came barreling out of the kitchen, aiming for me. She slammed into my legs. “When are you going to let me come with you?” “Someday,” I said. “Someday I’m going to travel the world, and you can come with me, okay?” “Okay,” she mumbled. But her eyes snapped up, and she jabbed a finger at me. “But I’m holding you to it!” “I won’t let you down, Charlemagne.”
