Eric looked at the closed door and shrugged, “your Dad took it well.”
“Yeah,” she frowned as she contemplated what he wanted to speak to her mother about. It could be nothing but a fishing expedition to ask what Briar was thinking or it could be he figured out what her mother hadn’t been able to get her to confess earlier.
Eric was sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor one of the kittens curled up in the center purring loudly. “He’s loud. I like him.”
“Mom said we should name him Smokey because of his color.”
“Nah. You should name this one Frank and the other Furter. Frank-n-Furter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.” Eric grinned pleased with his idea.
“No. The boys will be calling him Farter. Definitely not.”
His grin grew bigger, “true but it’s still a good name.”
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