Chapter 10
“Whoever built this house did a terrible job and took a lot of shortcuts. It’s a miracle it hasn’t fallen down already. I found traces of termites too, and your Dad is going to have to have that taken care of. I mean the whole house should be tented and sprayed, the crawl space opened up, everything. I even found mouse droppings. You should get a cat.”
“We had a cat. Her name was Purrl.” Chris made a purring sound to explain the joke, which, of course, wasn’t funny anymore.
I pointed at the hung bear. “There’s that,” I offered, wincing as the cold soda found my—butt. And other parts. “I’m going to need a shower again,” I muttered.
“Your shower leaks. Use the downstairs one,” Gene said almost gleefully.