My daughter’s chihuahua, André, looks more like a rat than a dog. Last Saturday she asked me to babysit him when she went out of town, and I only agreed because I’m a doting father and like to think chivalry isn’t dead.
On a summer evening in August, Laura sat cross-legged on the concrete floor of the teepee-shaped rec center. The air was heavy and warm inside.
- Length: 6 pages
- Age Rating: U
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