CHAPTER 10: Nick
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Nick quietly opened the bedroom door. The two kids sat on the bed while Tank and Sweetie stood on the floor, staring at them expectantly. Both dogs glanced at him and then looked right back at the kids.
“It’s my turn,” said Peter.
“Tank brought it to me.” Isabella held one of Davy’s toys in her hand. “You don’t throw good.” She tossed it across the room.
The dogs bounded after it.
“I do too. I throw better than you.” Peter’s face scrunched up in anger.
He was stopping this argument before it really got going—just like the little brats had stopped him. “What are you doing?” He fought back a laugh as both of them jumped like scared cats and then flopped back on the bed, closing their eyes.
“Please. I saw you.”
They kept their eyes shut.
“I know you’re not
