Snakes Don't Miss Their Mothers

Chapter One

Is This Really Good-bye?

Irving liked to listen to the adoption interviews, even though in three years no one had ever asked to take him home.

Irving's cage was right around the corner in the kennel, but he could see the front desk at the entrance of Critters. And he could hear everything.

"Do you live in East Hampton, Mr. Twilight?"

"Yes, we live on a boat called Summer Salt II. Our first was lost to Hurricane Harriet down in Florida, last summer."

"How dreadful!" Mrs. Splinter eyed the tall man carefully. She was the guardian angel of the critters. She would never give an animal over to anyone she did not think was kind and responsible. "So you're new in town, Mr. Twilight?"

He had blond hair, a black crewneck sweater, and black Dockers. A big silver belt buckle. Black boots. A big smile.

"We're new for now, ma'am," he said. "We came north so my daughter could dance at Radio City Music Hall. Jimmie's in the Christmas show every year. She plays Twinkle Toes. We'll stick around to see if she gets this new job she's up ... read full excerpt from: Snakes Don't Miss Their Mothers ebook