“Why,” Kevin asks him, baby-voiced, “why would any author want to hurt you and make us cry, huh? Herc, huh? Why would they be so mean to puppies, boy, why?” “Do you want to trade books? Mine’s about kids in prison.” “Bet that’s got a sticker, too.” Kev looks disgusted—or as disgusted as a person can be when being licked by an ultra cute puppy.
