Ethan interrupted the moment by opening the entrance on the other side of the yard just as Henry leaned down to me.
The puppy straightened up and shot a glare at the poor attorney.
I smirked and looked away, taking one last drag before letting our cigarettes disappear back into the past.
Ethan came to us, opened the car, and drove us dutifully back to work, either not noticing the glare he had received or skillfully ignoring it.
"What about Kitty?" I asked eventually to diffuse the silence.
Ethan looked at me through the rearview mirror.
"The tiger is mostly roaming outside these days."
"No, I meant, will he run beside the cars or will he ride with us on our journey to the capital?"
Ethan laughed.
"I wasn't informed about this, but Kitty surely won't be left behind." He seemed to have developed some fondness for the greedy tiger, like the rest of us.
"Good," I mumbled, and looked back out of the window.
