
Chapter Twelve
Everything he is, he got from her. The phrase, if you think about it, is a compliment to the mother.
The bitch stood on a hill. Below, her little bastards and bitches were making different mistakes.
This pleased her.
Did the father of her puppies ask for her paw in marriage?
No. Did he stick around?
No. Not for a minute.
So they made a litter of bastards and bitches. They are not called litter for nothing.
For him, he didn't care. He threw it away.
She asked for it. Not in so many words.