“Oh my goodness, your sister’s a riot. Sid’s a saint.” We were on our way back to Sheldon’s place after dinner with my family a few nights later.
“I know. I tell him that all the time. Macy remembered you, too.”
“Yes, she did! She’s doing so well. And Timothy is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you are, though.”
“Enough, now.” I still wasn’t used to his effusiveness over me, but that didn’t stop him. Sheldon was determined that I know my self-worth, if it was the last thing he ever did.
“Never.” He squeezed my leg, then focused back on the road.
“By the way,” he continued, “we have twenty people who’ve signed up for the grooming clinic on Saturday. If it gets any bigger, we’re gonna have to improvise. And all the pet rocks are gone, too. The list is growing for pet portraits.” He shoo
