Leda – Bernie’s ex, maybe didn’t even like him much anymore, impossible for me to understand – gazed down at me. “You’ve trained him to be just like you,” she said. “Sarcastic and full of attitude.”
“Dogs can’t be sarcastic,” Bernie said. “That’s just one of the great things about them.”
Sarcastic. I bet I could do it, if only I knew what it was.
“Interesting thought,” said the blond woman, standing behind Bernie. I’d pretty much forgotten her, and that tiny gun hidden in her hand.
Leda turned to the blond woman. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds to flatter each other with quote interesting thoughts.” She walked out of the house and slammed the door behind her.
“That’s kind of funny,” said the blond woman. “Does she actually think – “
Whatever was coming next never got spoken, because by that time I’d sidled over to her and – yes, clamped my teeth around her wrist, not too hard, just right. She screamed – but the fear kind of scream, not the pain kind – and the tiny gun fell on the floor. Bernie kicked it to the side.
“Never mind what she thinks,” he said. “Tell us a little about you.”
I let go of her wrist, licked my lips. They tasted good, salty and sweet at the same time, which is one of my favorites.
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