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“Adam,” she corrects me.
“Adam,” I correct myself. “He wants to live with us.”
“He said that?” she asks, clearly touched by it.
“He seems to really like Scratch for some weird reason,” I tell her, making sure I say it loudly enough for Scratch to hear.
She looks at me. “What does everyone else think?”
Scar nods, and she smiles at him.
“I think Scratch is annoying,” I tell her when she looks at me. “But the kid seems cool.”
Snake hisses in agreement, and shows Lita ASL for, “Yes.”
She beams back at me. “I already love you guys so damn much.”
She looks like she’s about to cry, and it makes me feel emotional, too.
“We feel the same way,” I assure her.
I look at Scar. “Can we go home now, or do we have to drag the body to The Abyss first?”
He rolls his eyes. “Get some rope or something from your mother and cordon off the body so no one goes near it. The damn thing is covered in poison. We’ll see you at my mother’s house.”
Damn. Oh, well.I guess at least we don’t have to drag our asses to The Abyss this time.
I look at Snake. “You heard the boss. Let’s get moving.”
Chapter Fifty-Five
Snake
Gettingropeandsealingoff the body only takes ten minutes. Fox doesn’t even complain, but that is probably because his mother brought us cookies, and something called milk. I did not like the milk, but the cookies were delicious. Perhaps that is what the word cookie means.
I will have to ask Lita one day, when I am more proficient with ASL.
“I don’t think it’s going to be so bad living here,” Fox says, as we start walking to Scar’s mother’s house.
I hiss my agreement. This place is far superior to The Abyss. Even with the forest attached, The Abyss was an awful place to live. There was nothing in that place but rocks, rocks and more rocks.
The forest has trees, sure, but it’s also full of small animals that tasted awful.
It is like a joke to spend hours hunting only to catch a small creature with very little meat on its bones and that meat tastes like nothing.
We have our arms full of the items we could find to salvage of our earlier raid of the food stores, and I am pleased to say that none of the vegetables were lost. The eggs did not survive, for which Fox was glad. They seem to be a very fragile item, and quite gooey before they are cooked.
I am not sad that we lost them.
I stand under the streetlamp nearest Scar’s mother’s house for a few minutes, enjoying the heat before Fox nags me to keep moving. He does not like to be apart from our mate.
I prefer to be near her, too, so I dart out from under the lamp and follow Fox the last few feet to the house’s front door.
Scar’s mother opens it before we even get to the porch, and we walk straight in.
Her eyes widen at the food in our hands. “What’s all this?”
“We raided the food stores earlier,” Fox admits. “This was what we got.”
