The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

feeding troughs.

It meant people picking sides like this was a sport.

I stared at Barnaby, who was awake now, blinking slowly like the morning was an effort.

Then there was a knock at the door.

When I opened it, Caleb was standing there with two paper bags in his hands.

“I brought breakfast,” he said quickly, like he was afraid I’d say no. “Just… plain continue reading …