Chapter 86

Karsyn

"And I was thinking," Darren says as he shows me some of the designs he's made. "That if we could get a paw print of both Rambo and Major, we could burn it into these plaques."

"Burn it?" I ask. This kid isn't even old enough to drive yet, and he's lost me already.

"Yeah, we can get one print from each of them, cast it, and then make a transferrable copy that I can burn into the wood."

I'm still lost, I look to Kelsea for help.

"You know, those tables you like at the flea market? They're made that way," she says as she struggles with Ella. "C'mon, El, eat. We messed up our sleep schedule and it's been hell," she sighs.

"She wants Dad." Darren rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "She hates the rest of us right now."

"She doesn't hate us," Kelsea argues. "I'm her mom."

I snort loudly. "She'll eventually hate you for one thing or another."

"What do you think?" Darren asks, looking at me for approval. "Should I make them?"

The one I'm holding in my hand looks damn goo