I told her we’d get together soon to go over all the things she’ll be doing for me, but I’m pretty sure she didn’t take that to mean the very next day. On a Saturday. At her house. I get out of my car, which is a nondescript Nissan Maxima. I can afford much better but honestly, I haven’t figured out what type of sweet ride I should get, so I’m still driving the same vehicle I had when fame hit me suddenly just over a year ago. After clicking the button to lock the doors, which causes the horn to give a short chirp of acknowledgment, I pocket my keys and cut across her lawn to the front porch. Her house is cute. Very small, very tidy, but also very cute, just like Emma. It looks to be well cared for on the outside with fresh paint and a doormat that says “Beware of Dog” on it with the right lower corner missing a big chunk to simulate a dog bite. I don’t see a doorbell, so I give a sharp knock on the door, and immediately hear the booming bark of a dog that is sporting a sizable pair of lungs by the sound of it.
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