Abby got up from the couch. Sam had her bag slung on one shoulder and her violin case held in her hand. Keebles pattered after her and gave Abby a scathing stare. Bye, Human Mom. We’re going to Human Dad’s house. Where it’s way better. “So you’re going to your dad’s for the weekend?” “I’m going to Dad’s until that snake returns to the pet store.” “We’ll talk about it later,” Abby said, choosing her battles. “Enjoy your weekend.”
