David stopped pacing long enough to look at the clock, which read 10:30 pm—meaning he had exactly one-half hour before he had to be at work. “Jesus, Harry. It’s the middle of winter. I can’t just abandon her. We don’t even know if she’s respons—”
“Dude. The melted latch. Your parakeet. This crazy s**t,” Harry indicated the burnt uniform. “Somehow I don’t recall you having these problems before.”
He looked at Sadie, who was sitting in the corner of the living room and staring at the fish tank atop the entertainment center—a spot from which she hadn’t moved since they’d gotten her down from the bookshelf. “And move that tank. She puts a hole in it and all that water’s going to short your electronics. And then poof! We got a fire. And I live in this building too, you know?”
David looked fr
