That letting David stay could cause trouble never crossed Cal's mind. All he'd worried about was if the old lady would have her weird friends over while David was here. The things they did were all things that'd been banned from his father's home after his mother died which... hadn't done any of them much good as it later turned out.
He didn't know exactly what Miss Ella was doing behind closed doors and he really didn't want to know, either, thinking that if anything went wrong and monsters came bursting through the ground, the roof and walls, they might consider not tearing him to bits and roasting him over an open fire immediately. That kind of thinking, however, meant he spent a considerable amount of time thinking about nothing else.
"Uh, probably?" Shaking the excess water off his hands, he tore off a paper towel to wipe his hands dry before he sat down again. After realising he wouldn't get anywhere with the new boy, Mr Schubert turned around to stare at Cal.
"I don't remember much of my dreams anymore... Hey, stop that!" The American boy frowned at the dog and shifted on his chair until he could no longer see it.
"Did I wake you up? You looked like you were sleeping."