Sit, Stay, Love: A Wish Novel
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But the more time Cecilia spends with Potato and Eric, the more she questions everything she thought she knew about dog shows ... and a certain cute show-dog trainer. Can Cecilia save Potato -- while also listening to her heart?
Angry, and they didn’t seem very interested in shaking hands. But Eric smiled and gave each guy a firm handshake like he was already running in the election I predicted for him someday. Lily and I waited while the gym cleared out. Mrs. Chung was driving the twins and me home after the game. When Eric finally emerged from the locker room, freshly showered, Lily gave him a hug. He then turned to me. “Thanks for coming, Cecilia,” he said. “It was fun! I’m sorry that you … I mean, I’m sorry that.
Upstairs—her room was bright and decorated with floral wallpaper and pink rugs. She slept in a luxurious canopy bed, but the room was so big that there was an additional bed, a comfy-looking twin, in the corner. “That’s where you’ll be sleeping, C,” Lily explained, pointing. I dropped my bag on the twin bed, and then Lily suggested we go downstairs and grab some snacks before dinner. “See you at dinner,” she told Eric as we passed by his room—which was next door to Lily’s and just as big, but.
Potato on Friday right before the show?” I almost tripped I was so surprised. Eric, helping at the pet shelter? “Well … yeah, I guess that’d be okay. I mean, it’d be good. Lori would be really happy.” And she’ll probably squeal and ask you a million questions if you bring a boy with you to O.P., said a little voice in my head, but I did my best to ignore it. “So we can walk there from school, right?” Eric was asking. “I could meet you after last period—at your locker?” I nodded. “Okay, see you.
And I was. As much as I thought the whole dog show competition was kind of dumb, some part of me had wanted Potato to do well. I hated that I’d been the one to mess it up. After a beat Eric said, “It’s okay. We’ll just have to remember to unload your pockets next time.” “You mean you’d let me lead him around again?” I asked, surprised. We were interrupted then by the judges giving Potato back to us. Eric took him this time, and rubbed his head and told him he’d done a good job. I couldn’t help.
“You’re welcome, Cecilia. When does your school day end? I’ll pick you up right here.” “Thanks, but I’m working,” I told her, accidentally slamming the car door in my haste. “Cecilia, young ladies do not slam car doors. And what do you mean working? You have a job?” “I mean, I’m volunteering. At the dog shelter. I told you all about it at Christmas, remember?” “Your father knows about this?” “Yup,” I called over my shoulder, already jogging in hopes of not being late to science. I was also.