The detective is NOT Patrick Mulligan.. ;-)
The detective peered at me worriedly. “Do you need to sit down?”
“That would be nice,” I said weakly.
Offering me a steadying arm to lean on, he led me to the nearest chair.
“I’ll go get you a cup of water.” Loretta toddled off.
The detective stepped back and watched me. “Did something happen?”
I shook my head.
“Because if there’s something you wanted to tell me...”
Thinking that he’d arrest me in a heartbeat if I told him half of what I was thinking, I forced myself to look up at him. “I’m fine. Really. It’s just been a lot. My father and then Templeton and then Piss.”
He made a funny face. “Piss is the cat?”
“And you name her Piss?”
“Oh no. The vet’s office we adopted her from called her that and she won’t tell us her real name so…” I shrugged.
He eyed me strangely. “Who’s this we?”
“The dog and God and me.”
“You adopted your cat with God?”
“Godzilla. He’s a brown anole lizard.”
“You named your lizard, God?” His voice cracked incredulously.
“Well his name is Godzilla, but he prefers God for short, but I didn’t name him, Katie did. He’s hers.”
The poor detective looked like his head was spinning as badly as my gut. “And Katie is?”
“The girl in the hospital,” he crowed victoriously, as though he were relieved to have finally understood something I was talking about.