Chapter Ten
Frankie
Three days after Christmas, Jolie and I are back in our apartment—Sandy assured us that Michael has left for the west coast. Mr. Holder told me that with Michael not here to fight my motion, the path to getting full custody might be smoother, but I’m not naïve—Michael will be back.
“Come on, Gumdrop.” Jolie yanks at the leash. Poor dog.
“Remember we have to teach him to walk on a leash.”
Trying to keep a dog hidden in my apartment hasn’t been as hard as one would think. Luckily, Gumdrop is pretty quiet, and we’re using puppy pads as a potty training technique.
“He really wants to see Earl.”
“Well, Earl is with Glenda at Rian and Dylan’s, remember?”
Jolie sits down and pouts. “Why didn’t we stay there?”
She would love nothing more than to live in the Rooftop Apa
