There was a knock at my door, and for a moment, I thought it might be Wulf returning. Diesel opened the door, and Susan Stitch stood there.
“I’ve come back for my baby,” Susan said. “I knew I could count on you to take good care of him. I hope he was a good boy.”
“Yeah, he was an angel,” I said. “No problemo.”
Carl jumped at Susan and wrapped his arms around her neck.
“Kiss, kiss,” Susan said. “Mommy loves Carl!”
Diesel took Carl’s leash off the kitchen counter and gave it to Susan.
“Oh, yum,” Susan said, eyeballing Diesel. “Are there any more of you on the shelf?”
“How was your honeymoon?” I asked Susan.
“Excellent,” she said. “Really excellent.”
I closed the door on Susan and rolled my eyes at Diesel. “Yum?”
“Hey, I’m yum. Deal with it.”
I bent to unlace my wet sneakers. “Can a monkey be, you know, special?”
“Unmentionable?”
“Yeah.”
“Good question,” Diesel said.
I felt his hand on my ass, and I stood and turned to face him, but he was gone.