Sammie lifts her head, looking balefully out the window. Aero tenses.
“Not again,” Sammie grumbles. Penny doesn’t stir.
“I’m standing by, ready to freak out as soon as you tell me to, if not before!” Aero is focused intently on Sammie’s face, his whole body rigid.
“How. Many. Times. Do. I. Have. To. Tell. You…” Sammie slowly rises.
“GET OFF HER F*CKING LAWN GET OFF HER F*CKING LAWN GET OFF HER F*CKING LAWN!” Aero never looks away from Sammie. This is his job, and he knows it well.
Penny bursts off the couch from a dead sleep, “LOUD NOISES I HELP TOO!”
“GET. OFF. MY. F*CKING. LAWN.” Sammie will not tolerate this disrespect.
Clearly, the man and the little dog get the message, as they don’t even consider pausing on the sidewalk outside Sammie’s house.
“Good,” she huffs. “Don’t let it happen again.”
