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."No, thank you.Relax for a few minutes.Grabyourself some breakfast.""My stomach's too full of flutters."So instead, Finn danced around him, gettingunderfoot while he tried to get ready.The head-butt againsthis knees while he shaved hit the limit of his endurance."Go find your collar, please," he suggested to gain afew moments' peace.Finn loped off and returned with the nylon andplastic collar between his teeth."Sh, you'll wake Tia Carmen." Diego pointed to thetail thudding against the hardwood.Unintelligible mumbles issued from around thecollar.The tail stopped but the tags jangled when Finnshook his head.One tag had been purchased at a pet storeand engraved 'Finn please return to Diego Sandoval' withhis cell number.The other was Finn's rabies vaccination.99 Finn Angel MartinezDiego's stomach had plummeted when he'd foundthe requirements for transporting pets across the Canadianborder.Dogs were permitted, but not withoutdocumentation of their rabies shots.He couldn't ask Finn toendure the needle and there was no way to know whathorrible reaction his body might have to the vaccine.In abit of underhandedness that still had him losing sleep,Diego had picked up a stray to use as a proxy.The dog gothis vaccination, Diego got the papers he needed for Finn,and Tia Carmen took the stray to one of the no-kill shelters.For all her brave words about getting Finn out of thecity, she had cried over him the night before, soothing herown anxieties by stuffing him full of food.She had pulledFinn's head down to hers when they said good night at herdoor and whispered in his ear.Diego could have sworn hecaught the words, "Take good care of him."Now Diego hesitated at his own door, mentallychecking things off.Luggage.Water.Laptop.Keys.Documents.Coffee pot was off.Dishes washed.Why didhe have this knot the size of a basketball in his stomach?He shivered, tried to shake the feeling of something lurkingover his shoulder, and locked the door.* * * *100 Finn Angel Martinez"Diego, I don't feel well at all."Not even ten miles outside the city.Damn."You want to lie down in the back?""I want to get out of this accursed box and be sicksomewhere."The tires shrieked as Diego wrestled the truck to astop on the shoulder.He raced around to Finn's side andlifted him down, narrowly sidestepping what Finn could nolonger hold in his stomach."My apologies," Finn murmured when he finished."You sure you can do this?""Yes.I must.Perhaps if we had something to mufflethe iron's effects?""Such as?""A silver shield would be best.""I'm afraid I left all the arms and armor at home.What else?""Dragon skin? Were-pelt? Silk?""That last one we can manage." Diego slid back thetruck bed's cover and retrieved his silk bathrobe from thesuitcase.He'd only packed the thing because it took up lessroom than terrycloth.The scarlet and gold threads sparkedin the streetlight when he spread the cloth on the back seat.What an odd fate for Mitch's last Christmas present.Finn settled with a huff and curled up with his tail101 Finn Angel Martinezover his nose.Only one paw protruded when Diegofinished covering him with the rest of the robe."Better?""Yes, much.Are we close yet?"Diego resisted the urge to roll his eyes."I warnedyou we'd have to drive all day.""I had hoped you were exaggerating."Five hours later, at a rest area outside Portland,Diego pulled over again.Finn had started to wheeze."We're about halfway there." Diego clipped theleash on for propriety's sake and carried Finn into the shadeof the picnic area."Then why& have we& stopped?""Sh, don't talk here.Someone might hear you.""Aren't you& the storyteller?" Finn gasped."You'dconcoct& some explanation."Diego sat down in confusion next to his 'dog'."I'mnot usually a liar, you know.""All storytellers& are liars.Part& of the craft.""But& " Diego considered while he stroked thethick ruff of fur around Finn's neck."Fiction isn't lying [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."No, thank you.Relax for a few minutes.Grabyourself some breakfast.""My stomach's too full of flutters."So instead, Finn danced around him, gettingunderfoot while he tried to get ready.The head-butt againsthis knees while he shaved hit the limit of his endurance."Go find your collar, please," he suggested to gain afew moments' peace.Finn loped off and returned with the nylon andplastic collar between his teeth."Sh, you'll wake Tia Carmen." Diego pointed to thetail thudding against the hardwood.Unintelligible mumbles issued from around thecollar.The tail stopped but the tags jangled when Finnshook his head.One tag had been purchased at a pet storeand engraved 'Finn please return to Diego Sandoval' withhis cell number.The other was Finn's rabies vaccination.99 Finn Angel MartinezDiego's stomach had plummeted when he'd foundthe requirements for transporting pets across the Canadianborder.Dogs were permitted, but not withoutdocumentation of their rabies shots.He couldn't ask Finn toendure the needle and there was no way to know whathorrible reaction his body might have to the vaccine.In abit of underhandedness that still had him losing sleep,Diego had picked up a stray to use as a proxy.The dog gothis vaccination, Diego got the papers he needed for Finn,and Tia Carmen took the stray to one of the no-kill shelters.For all her brave words about getting Finn out of thecity, she had cried over him the night before, soothing herown anxieties by stuffing him full of food.She had pulledFinn's head down to hers when they said good night at herdoor and whispered in his ear.Diego could have sworn hecaught the words, "Take good care of him."Now Diego hesitated at his own door, mentallychecking things off.Luggage.Water.Laptop.Keys.Documents.Coffee pot was off.Dishes washed.Why didhe have this knot the size of a basketball in his stomach?He shivered, tried to shake the feeling of something lurkingover his shoulder, and locked the door.* * * *100 Finn Angel Martinez"Diego, I don't feel well at all."Not even ten miles outside the city.Damn."You want to lie down in the back?""I want to get out of this accursed box and be sicksomewhere."The tires shrieked as Diego wrestled the truck to astop on the shoulder.He raced around to Finn's side andlifted him down, narrowly sidestepping what Finn could nolonger hold in his stomach."My apologies," Finn murmured when he finished."You sure you can do this?""Yes.I must.Perhaps if we had something to mufflethe iron's effects?""Such as?""A silver shield would be best.""I'm afraid I left all the arms and armor at home.What else?""Dragon skin? Were-pelt? Silk?""That last one we can manage." Diego slid back thetruck bed's cover and retrieved his silk bathrobe from thesuitcase.He'd only packed the thing because it took up lessroom than terrycloth.The scarlet and gold threads sparkedin the streetlight when he spread the cloth on the back seat.What an odd fate for Mitch's last Christmas present.Finn settled with a huff and curled up with his tail101 Finn Angel Martinezover his nose.Only one paw protruded when Diegofinished covering him with the rest of the robe."Better?""Yes, much.Are we close yet?"Diego resisted the urge to roll his eyes."I warnedyou we'd have to drive all day.""I had hoped you were exaggerating."Five hours later, at a rest area outside Portland,Diego pulled over again.Finn had started to wheeze."We're about halfway there." Diego clipped theleash on for propriety's sake and carried Finn into the shadeof the picnic area."Then why& have we& stopped?""Sh, don't talk here.Someone might hear you.""Aren't you& the storyteller?" Finn gasped."You'dconcoct& some explanation."Diego sat down in confusion next to his 'dog'."I'mnot usually a liar, you know.""All storytellers& are liars.Part& of the craft.""But& " Diego considered while he stroked thethick ruff of fur around Finn's neck."Fiction isn't lying [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]