My Cardboard Balcony

Lifelong Companion by Belinda Roddie I like that my pet dragon scares away the pigeons so they don't wake me up at six AM on Saturday with their incessant warbling, their morse code passing messages back and forth before my dragon incinerates their communication links. Go back to smoke signals, you winged rats. My winged beauty will help me sleep better, despite his soot-tinged snoring.

"Give me the keys!" "What?" "Give me the keys to your car!" "What?!" She was wild-eyed now. Her hair practically stood on end, and she was waving her hands in front of my face frantically. "I need to get out of here. Give me your keys!" "Didn't you drive?" "No! But now Caleb's in the next room, and I need. To. Get. Out of here!"