Chapter Four
Tina went into the kitchen and started making dinner. She was angry with herself for doing this, since she had said she wouldn't cook his meals, but when she worried or was angry she couldn’t do anything useful so she might as well cook.
Rex had followed her, meekly and silently. He still let out the occasional sniff.
Tina felt sorry for him, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.
Frankly, he had behaved like an i***t. This outburst had been the latest in a string of many that worried her. They reminded her of his father, not in a good way, and thinking about Dexter and the whole sordid mess at Charon Station never put her in a good mood.
Rex looked a lot like Dexter, too.
He sat in his special chair at the table where Tina couldn’t see his face without turning around.
