Flora laughed, feeling a little lighter, and petted his hair as she watched. But he was eating, and she had to go back into the living room where Noche was waiting. "Not so fast, baby," She said softly, "You'll get a tummyache."
And she petted his hair one more time, then walked out of the room - back into the living room where Noche was on her sofa. How could someone so thin take up so much space with his presence?
"You've trained him like a dog, Noche. He's a baby. What's wrong with you?"