“Please don’t think we’re sequestering Beau,” Rebecca rushed to advise. “They tend to be a little nervous with a new setting and a peaceful, quiet environment is recommended for the first couple of days.” She rested a hand on Bryson’s forearm. “You are the boss, though. If you know Beau better, all you have to do is tell us.”
Bryson nodded and reached for the latch that would free the top half of the door. “Oh, I think he should definitely be able to look out—”
“Beau is fine as he is.”
Had Bryson not already had his hand on the stall door, the way his body jumped at the voice might have caused him to stumble. He knew that weirdly soft-yet-firm voice. He knew that bizarrely pleasant tone. He turned his head to stare at his mother. “What the ffff…” he caught himself. “What the hay, mom?”
