“You WHAT?!”“Was that wrong?” I stammered, surprised by the sudden venom in his voice.
His glare told me it was.
“Well…you’re the one who told me to get rid of it.”
He grunted, throwing his hands up in the air. “I didn’t think you’d do that.”
My eyes lowered to the floor; but that was the wrong place to look. The water was getting deeper.
“That’s what we did with the last one,” I murmured, glancing towards the overflowing toilet.
“That was a goldfish, Maureen, not a chinchilla.”