Dying in Three, Two, One
On the contrary, he'd given me a dirty look and snarled, "Who knows whether I'll be cursed if I wear that?"
I'd later given the scarf to our dog, Lulu. I hoped it would make her bed cozier and warmer. However, I saw it in the trash can the following day. It had been cut into pieces and could no longer be put together.
I'd dug it out, uncaring of the dirt. I'd picked up the pieces, washed them, and tucked them into a box. They'd never seen the light of day after that day.
The main door swung open, and Eugene and Phoebe were about to leave. I decided to try to make them stay. "Eugene, Phoebe."