Milo looked for Teo. He checked the back corridor first, then the side garden. He wasn't sure where an eight-year-old would spend his time in a house this size.
He had only spoken to Teo a handful of times, and most of those exchanges had been brief. Mostly, Teo brought him things and clothes.
He had been walking for a few minutes when Teo appeared from around the side of the building, carrying a large bucket with both hands.
When the boy got close to him, he could see the bucket was empty, but it smelled like raw meat.
Teo looked up and saw him. "Hi, Milo! Do you need something?"
Milo smiled widely. "Mr. Portello asked me to find you."
"Oh, did something happen?" Teo asked.
"No. He just said we can go outside and play." He paused. "What were you doing?"
Teo looked down at the bucket. "Feeding Mr. Bogli."
Milo remembered the white tiger that had scared him to death. He was so embarrassed. He didn't bring it up.
