I’m curled up taking my nap when Salem paws me awake. I narrow my eyes and pause for a second before I decide whether or not to kill him now or after I finish resting and have more energy.
“Hey,” he pokes me again, “why is our little human crying?”
I lift my head a little, “Oh that. He has a horrible disease.”
“No kidding?” His eyes get wide and he stares at the small human slumped over the kitchen table sobbing uncontrollably. He steps back a little, “I hope it’s not contagious. What does he have?”
“It’s called Algebra.”