Aunt Susan called from the top of the basement stairs, rousing me from the shocked state Patrick had left me in. “Marlene,” DeeDee reminded me. “Thanks.” For a dumb dog, she was sometimes very helpful and she had saved my life more than once. I pat her on the head to let her know I wasn’t still holding her earlier escapade against her. “What about me?” God asked. “Be nice to the dog and I’ll consider being nice to you,” I countered. “You tell him, Sugar,” Piss approved, curling into a ball and tucking her mangled tail under her chin. I hurried up the basement stairs, skirted around the dining room where Aunt Leslie was regaling her twin sister, Loretta, with whatever pearls of wisdom she’d picked up at her Narcotics Anonymous meeting, and hurried up another flight, heading toward the bedroom Marlene was currently occupying. “Hey, Marlene,” I said, rapping softly on the door, trying to catch my breath. “Wanna come down to dinner?” She opened the door, markedly less sullen than she’d been when we’d talked earlier.
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