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Chapter Twenty-Six

Tristan

"I need your shit," Faye said, standing on loves and a black hat It was late at night, and I’d just gotten back fro at Mr Henson’s shop

I arched an eyebrow "What?"

"Well, not your shit exactly But your dog’s shit"

My hand brushed against the back ofat her with the same confused look "I’m sorry, but you said that as if itthe palo to Liz withE stupid like that So, I figured why not try to reach out to her boyfriend and ask hi’s shit"

She nodded "Absolutely"

"Do I want to knohat you’re doing with it?"

"Duh, tonight is ‘do it yourself’ spa night atshit works fantastic for a facial," she said The blank stare I delivered herthe shit in a brown paper bag and burning it on my boss’s porch"

Another blank stare from me "If you don’t want to tell me the truth, that’s fine"

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a brown paper bag "No Seriously"

"How long is this going to take?" Faye asked as we lapped around the neighborhood with Zeus on a leash for the fourth ti up his poop to you He’s very selective about who he lets have it"

While we took a few"PS I think it’s stupid you na Zeus"

I smirked "My son, Charlie, na Thief, and Charlie was just in love with the whole Greek god idea After reading the book, we spent ods He fell in love with the na frood I remember he said, ‘Dad, the size doesn’t matter He’s still Zeus’"