She left her cell number and Eliza’s number with them, and slipped the manager an extra forty bucks to keep an eye on the RV for her. After setting up the Android cellular tablet she only used for ringing credit card sales and as a GPS unit for driving, she set off for Florida. It was late Monday afternoon when she pulled into Eliza and Rusty’s driveway. Eliza emerged from the house, hurrying over to her for a long, strong hug. They were interrupted by an irritated grumble from the passenger seat. Chewi, slowly wagging his tail, was still held back by his safety harness that kept him tethered to the seat. “Hey, Chewi,” Eliza said, walking around to free him. “Did you take over the world yet?” He greeted her with eager face licks and a faster beat of his tail. “He only loves you for the good nommies,” Rebecca teased. “Remember that.”
