Molly lesson

I waited until she was outside to look at Mouse. The big dog sat up, his eyes gravely concerned. He wasn't favoring his shoulder at all, and his movement was completely unimpaired.
Mouse got hit by the driver of a minivan once. He got back up, ran it down, and returned the favor. The Foo dog was very, very tough. I doubted he'd really needed the medical attention to recover, though I was also sure it would help speed things along. But I hadn't been completely certain the injury wasn't as serious as it looked.
In other words, the freaking dog had fooled Molly and me both.
"You were acting?" I said. "To make it hit Molly harder?"
His tail wagged back and forth proudly.
"Damn," I said, impressed. "Maybe I should have named you Denzel."
His jaws opened in a doggy grin.
"Earlier tonight," I said, "when I was trying to figure out how to find Thomas, you interrupted me. I didn't think about it before now, but you helped him track me down when Madrigal Raith was auctioning me off on eBay."
His tail wagged harder.
"Could you find Thomas?"
"Woof," he said, and his front paws bounced a couple of inches off the floor.


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