“I knew you’d say that,” he said. “Which is why I brought this—” Dorry didn’t need to hear more. She bolted into the living room, Gunnar bouncing in her arms. “Don’t you TOUCH her,” she shouted, “or I will throw this cat at you.” The stranger was holding a piece of paper between his first two fingers. Tuesday was reaching for it. Gunnar sort of sighed. “He has claws,” Dorry said. “And he knows how to use them.”
i like this teenaged child, she has good instincts.
