"Son?" I was barely awake.
"Dad?" He was sitting on the foot of my bed.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news." He seemed calm enough.
"What is it?"
He took a breath and put his hand on my leg. "I'm afraid Georgy died."
My guinea pig! "What happened? What happened? Where is he?"
"Mom threw him in the trash."
We had chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast.
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