Chapter 37: Chapter 37

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They spent the evening watching TV on the couch—Padraig with a book in his lap, and Kaos with a sketchpad—with Hestia studiously ignoring the dog bed nearby and whining until one of them gave in and helped her up onto the couch. Then she curled up between them and fell asleep for a moment, before popping back up like a jack-in-the-box.

“Pop goes the weasel,” Padraig stated dryly when once again Hestia woke up. “Do you want to take her outside or should I? It’s getting late.”

Right, Padraig had work the next morning. It had been an easy day off for him, with only two calls for advice and no emergencies that would’ve required him to leave the house.

Because the show Kaos had sort of been watching just ended, he put his sketchpad and pencil case on the coffee table and stretched. “I’ll do it. We need to figure out where she’s going to sleep, too, so think about that while we’re outside.”