Wheeling Gull Isle dance with me and shake your bones.

The child stumbled back and Towhee liked to think it was from the actual force of her belch. She scooted a paw across the sandy ground to steady the pup should she need it, though she managed to find all fours well enough on her own. But then she sneezed again… and again… and again…

-“I guess your parents—your makeshift parents—would want me to say ‘bless you’ right now but…”- Towhee leaned in closer to the puppy’s face, unconcerned about those tiny sneezes. -“I think all that God stuff is a little woo-woo, to be honest. Don’t tell on me.”-