"Miss Wendy, Miss Wendy! Look! Look!" Max is practically bouncing at the window, tail wagging furiously. "There are buses driving by! The boys will be home soon, right? Then we can all go to the park, right?"
She had been deep in the middle of scouring the kitchen when Max spoke, glancing up from a particularly stubborn spot on the floor, scrub brush in hand, on her knees, eyebrow raising at the young were she had somehow ended up bringing with her when she moved the boys a few hours north of Charming. She was still convinced the Sons had sent Max with her on purpose to keep an eye on her, but truth be told, she liked the kid, and the boys adored him, especially Abel. It was hard enough to find Abel friends, she wasn’t about to take Max away because she thought he was spying.
Besides, the boy didn’t have an untruthful bone in his body. And he was adorable as hell, sweet and enthusiastic. He was, in every sense, the family puppy- and a good friend.
“Yep. In a few minutes we’ll go meet them at the bus stop, and walk home together, and then Thomas and Abel get to have two cookies each, and then we’ll head off to the park. If you help me finish, you can get two cookies, too.”