“I get it, you’ll tear him limb from limb with your itty bitty bare hands. I love you, too. No, I haven’t sold the house yet. The market sucks, as you well know. I’ve consolidated all my bills into a monthly payment, and I eat what’s cheap. I’m as okay as I can be, so stop worrying.I’ll see you on Friday, okay? Give Sid my love.”
“Love you, big brother!” She made kissing sounds and then hung up. I sometimes wondered if Trixie was actually the elder sibling, not me. She may seem flighty to others, but my sister had her shit together, whereas I limped along from day to day.
I dressed in an old T-shirt and shorts and went to the kitchen. Dinner tonight would be spaghetti and tomato sauce. As I prepared my meal, I thought back to when I’d met Winslow Dansing. The perfect specimen of a man, he’d breezed into the grooming section of Pet Store Universe a little over three years ago and demanded immediate attention for his Persian cat, Smithers.