Page 41 of Will Bark for Pizza (Bluebell Springs #1)

THIRTY

HUSKER

I smell bacon.

Mom, hurry up.

There’s bacon downstairs.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

“Okay, okay! I’m up.”

Yay!

Move faster.

You’re going too slow.

I want bacon.

Why is Mom reaching for her phone?

The bacon will be all gone if we don’t go right now.

Mom, hurry up.

“I need to call Lila.”

Lila?

Is Lila here?

I should look out the window.

Is Lila outside?

“Sorry, Bubbies. She’s not here.”

Is Lila downstairs eating bacon?

“Do you think I’m crazy?”

What is crazy?

Am I crazy?

Does crazy mean more bacon?

What’s that smell?

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

It’s more bacon.

Mom, we have to hurry!

Grandpa Dale’s going to eat all the bacon.

“I know you’ll be happier here.”

Mom, you’re moving too slow.

Can we go downstairs?

Before all the bacon is gone?

“I think I’ll be happier here too.”

I’ll be happy with bacon.

But we have to go before it’s all gone.

“Unless the bookstore goes under ? —”

Mom, now!

“You don’t have to be so pushy about it.”

Is Mom mad?

No, Mom is laughing.

Mom, this is serious.

There’s bacon.

Downstairs.

“You want bacon, don’t you?”

OMG, Mom!

“Did you just roll your— No, that’s impossible.”

Open the door.

Open the door.

Open the door.

“Go on.”

I’m free!

Bacon, here I come!