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a split second
I want to tell Ivan and Ruby. But Ivan is still being poked at by the rhymeswith-pet-threat.
Although, come to think of it, she doesn’t seem like much of a threat. In a
movie, she’d be one of the good guys.
To my annoyance, Sara picks me up. I hate being picked up. Unless it’s my
idea. Then it’s totally cool.
“Maya,” she says, “you let me know, first sign of George and Julia, okay?”
“Promise,” says Maya, and she places her hand on Sara’s shoulder.
Humans, always with the touching. Although I kind of get it, under the
circumstances.
“You can’t take Bob to the school shelter. They’re not allowing any more
pets,” Maya points out. “And the animal shelter is flooding, it sounds like.
Why don’t you leave him here? I’ll put him my office. He’ll be safe.”
No way is that on my agenda.
Sara nods. “Good idea.”
She starts to hand me over but hesitates when she realizes Maya still has a
meerkat wrapped around her neck.
It’s just a split second, but a split second is all it takes to escape when you’re
Bob, untamed and undaunted.