Chapter Fourteen

I gently scooped the little frog into my hand, an eyedropper cocked in one hand. Grey held the camera out, zoomed in. He smiled the way that someone smiles when they take a picture, the way he'd smile if the picture was of him. The camera clicked. I pushed the eyedropper into the frog's mouth, hand feeding him as I'd been doing since he'd come home. His cage was small, to restrict movement so that his little leg would heal.



I put the frog back in his cage, and moved towards Grey, leaned over his shoulder. The picture was just one of my hands and the frog, nothing big. He had a red shirt on, a Product Red. I leaned over his shoulder studying the picture, and as I was there, a foot away, his smell drifted toward me. It was sharp yet gentle. It smelled good. I backed away from him, pretended I was finished looking at the photo. Grey was a boy, I was a girl. But to me, that didn't mean a thing.