Pete and I put some time in searching through my freezer and refrigerator, trying to figure out what to serve our guests for dinner. According to Maurice, Cerb and Loralee both liked ordinary Human food, and she had developed a taste for spicy cuisine in the last month. Great, a dog with a hankering for Szechuan or Mexican. It could have been worse. How would I explain a dog chowing down on pickles? Or chocolate? It was supposed to be poison in large quantities for dogs.
While
we worked on dinner, Pete dropped his bomb: he had lined up a second summer
job. I bit my lip to keep from asking how he thought he was going to spend any
time with Meggie, when he was working a second job. I had the feeling the
second job was so he could take Meggie out on really nice dates. *sigh* My
little brother was growing up and facing adult conundrums.
"What
was that?" I had an awful urge to stick my pinkies in both ears and dig,
because my brain didn't want to acknowledge what Pete had just told me.
"Pi
Surprise." He sighed, like he had gone through this a few times already in
his mind, and practicing hadn't helped.
"Why
would you want to do that? Especially after Gordon told us about all the
complaints they've been getting."
"Because
it has to be done really early in the morning --"
"I repeat, why would you want to do it? You're the one who doesn't run on solar batteries, remember?"
Getting up early to bomb someone's lawn with decorations was part of the package. It had to be done early, so the workers wouldn't get caught and sent away by the unwilling recipients of the embarrassment.
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