Chapter 6

“Sure, set the table. Silverware’s in there, plates up there,” Derek replied, pointing out where he meant.

Ten minutes later, they were sitting down to eat, after Derek filled Sherwat’s bowls so he wouldn’t bother them by begging. “Or that’s the theory,” he told Joe, chuckling. “Sometimes it even works.”

“You were right,” Joe said after wiping out his pancakes and egg. He smiled ruefully. “Of course there’s not much I won’t eat, even if it comes out of a dumpster behind a restaurant, but these were really good.”

“Thanks. I can make more if you’re still hungry.” Derek eyed the dog, who was leaning against Joe’s leg. “By the way, the two of you didn’t fool me for a second.”

“Huh?” Joe said, trying to look innocent.

Derek laughed. “Did you eat any of the sausage?”

“Maybe?” Joe patted Sherwat’s head. “He gave me those puppy eyes, so how could I resist?”

“Do you want another helping?”

“No, thanks. Honest, I’m good.”