CHARLESTON'S ROOM
"Why are you asking? Is not like you ever listen to me," Emily replied not looking at him but at the bunny.
"If you want to, I will allow it," Charleston informed her.
"You will?" Emily asked staring at him this time, his expression was blank but he had a smirk on his face and as usual, she really couldn't tell if he was being honest with her or as usual playing with her emotions.
If he wouldn't allow her to go to school, why would he allow her to keep a pet when he clearly didn't like pets in his house? But why didn't he like having pets in his house?
While growing up, she remembered having a pet dog, she wasn't in charge of feeding and taking care of it but it was hers to play with.
Brownie.
She had named him after his color, her father had found the name funny but he loved her dog just as much as she loved it.
The dog was so fluffy and hairy.