The Bad BetChapter 6
Becky woke. It was still dark, but her mother was moving around. She had a hazy thought that she had awakened a few minutes ago, but wasn't sure it had happened. Her mother seemed agitated. It reminded her of the dog she'd spun the tale of lice about to the soldier. There really had been a stray dog, but it had been back home. She'd known her father wouldn't let her keep it, so she'd made a bed for it behind the shed, where no one would see the old box with a tattered blanket in it....