{"id":769,"date":"2023-03-21T17:05:03","date_gmt":"2023-03-21T16:05:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/?p=769"},"modified":"2023-12-28T16:46:43","modified_gmt":"2023-12-28T15:46:43","slug":"chapter-15-one-for-the-other","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/chapter-15-one-for-the-other\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 15: One for the other"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Riley<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I escorted Emily home to meet her cousin Daphne, I sat under the red shutters for a while. On the way home, I wondered how I was able to show her my view of the world. Incredible. Then I tried it at home with Hailey, but she didn&#8217;t sit still for a long time and kept squirming. I didn&#8217;t have nerves for her and after thirty seconds I gave up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Dryer,&#8221; she shouted at me when I didn&#8217;t have a hard time anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Hey, hey, I&#8217;m, I&#8217;m not. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I didn&#8217;t have the time or the god-knows-what desire to quarrel with my sister, who wakes up for the first three seconds which she is alone and has nothing to do. I had to think. During this time, I found out that we can only read our minds for ten meters. Then it goes out like an engine on a car.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>&#8220;You&#8217;re the engine on the car,&#8221;<\/em> someone from outside said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>&#8220;Will someone open it for me? Am I at least at the door already?<\/em> <em>&#8220;<\/em> she hissed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>&#8220;Emily?!<\/em> <em>&#8220;<\/em> I flew through the living room and kitchen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>&#8220;Come in!<\/em> <em>&#8220;<\/em> I challenged her as she stood at the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>&#8220;No, Riley. I have to introduce you to ours. They need to know that I&#8217;m going to have a hauka.<\/em> <em>&#8220;<\/em><em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;<em>Okay. Pa, mom!<\/em> <em>&#8220;<\/em> I barked quickly and was no longer at home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I dug out the cable from the bushes again, with which I led her home from the park, and poked Emily&#8217;s nose into the back of my hand. She tied it to my brown collar and I led her home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;<em>Don&#8217;t worry, Daphne left, she doesn&#8217;t like dogs. Rather, he is afraid of them, due to an unpleasant experience from early childhood.<\/em> <em>&#8220;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;<em>How does someone dislike dogs? After all, we are so nice and tasty&#8230;<\/em> <em>&#8220;<\/em> I complained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;<em>I don&#8217;t know exactly. Come on, Riley!<\/em> <em>&#8220;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Mom, Dad, we&#8217;re home! &#8221; Emily shouted loudly and not in my thoughts. If she had done so, I would probably have had to go to the ear. I hear it twenty times more than people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;How are we? &#8221; asked Mrs. Hudson Emily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Well, we. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Emily you still have time for a relationship.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Well, this is a different relationship than you mean. We are friends. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;What is it supposed to be? Dog? &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Yes. Are you angry with me? &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;No, Emily! But I have a condition, he will be in your room. So I&#8217;m guessing you want to have it in and not out! &#8221; mom made a strong decision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Daddy chuckled at the question, &#8220;And where do you actually get it from? Won&#8217;t someone look for him? &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Are you really going to let me do that? Thankseee! &#8221; I hugged both parents.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;And he found me! &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I accidentally barked out loud &#8211; a little more loudly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Hi, I&#8217;m Mike. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Oh my goodness, but next time don&#8217;t jump on me and pin me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mrs Hudson, whom I called the Mistress, and Mr Hudson, the gentleman, I liked very much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;<em>Emily, I still have to go home to tell my mom that Mrs. Quee will have one less hungry neck,&#8221; I<\/em> proudly announced. &#8220;<em>Mom will be glad that I have become independent<\/em>. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;And how do you imagine just disappearing? &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But&#8230; &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Let me talk. I&#8217;m going crazy here with Tina and Hailey. You&#8217;re going to go anywhere in the world and I&#8217;m supposed to manage it all here? &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But&#8230; &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m not done yet, Riley! Your mom will be here alone with erratic teenage girls. I&#8217;m not saying I&#8217;m not glad you found a new mistress, but I&#8217;ll need help. Tina slams the door and doesn&#8217;t show up until night. Hailey, she&#8217;s a housewife&#8217;s sloth, and when she wants something, she just barks, &#8220;Will those sausages be ready? &#8221; or &#8220;Mom? Raise the temperature on the radiator, it&#8217;s cold here like in Antarctica, and mom bring me those granules from lunch. &#8221; Do you understand how awful it is? I&#8217;m still just bouncing around hungry necks. At least you helped me. You are the second oldest. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But&#8230; &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t jump on my tongue! Actually, already speak, I already said what I wanted. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Finally! &#8221; I grumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;I know it won&#8217;t help you much when I leave, but wouldn&#8217;t you want me to be happy? I know, I know. So I will stay here and watch Emily often. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;And you can stay with her a few times to sleep for two days. But you have to come and help me I&#8217;m older and I don&#8217;t manage as well as I used to be. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;I love you. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;I love you too. Emily seemed to be a decent little girl. Greet her from me. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I blinked. Of course, I understood that my mother did not want to let me go further than our home, but even so, a soul of hope was dormant in me. Of course, hopelessly. I laughed at my optimism and naivety about a carefree future. Someone is talking about how amazing it is to be a dog, but sometimes I don&#8217;t think so. My dog&#8217;s instinct whispers to me to finally stop fantasizing, but my brain keeps shaking crap and thinking about like: what if? It&#8217;s annoying, but I still have to keep my brain busy so it doesn&#8217;t think about Emily. I am somehow attached to her. I do not understand how. But I&#8217;m glad I didn&#8217;t understand it yet. That would just be a worry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was simple: I&#8217;m an unusually crazy dog with a lot of extra free space in my head, so I&#8217;m thinking about crap. And as for Emily, I don&#8217;t even think about her. She has no flaws&#8230; I rolled over to the side. I slept about eight hours. In a dog, quite a few. I&#8217;m used to lying out all day and occasionally looking at the s\u00e9gry to see if they&#8217;re doing something illegal. The other day, when Mrs. Quee picked us up because of Hailey&#8217;s excessive scratching, the driver didn&#8217;t want to let us onto the bus because Hailey was going to tear up behind a pigeon. I then had to chew through the leash so that I could drive the scarecrow away the pigeon. And who got a spanking because of a stupid pigeon? Well, me. So I don&#8217;t want to embarrass myself there with my impatient sister, and I get my ass kicked for willingness. That, then, is fairness. I rolled over on my side again, because the floor somehow hardened overnight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Au. Au. Au! &#8221; I yawned after every muscle and joint movement in my twisted dog&#8217;s body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Will you stop? &#8221; said Tina.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;But will you be quiet? &#8221; I lashed out at the sleepy and absolutely nervous Tina.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;No, you Hercules. &#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;How come you know about my nickname? &#8221; I&#8217;m going to whip them so much behind the ears of those dogs. After all, wait for Cassanova. I&#8217;ll tell Tine, such a stinging news that you&#8217;re going to fly. I told myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Well, I have my resources. And already sleep! And most importantly, do not annoy me. You can see that someone is annoying Mrs. Queen. &#8221; I threw one eye on the couch. Mrs. Queen calmly blew herself away. I turned a blind eye and the other. I have not yet seen anyone sleep with their eye open. I dreamed of Emily. The dream was about her telling me one single sentence: We are<em> here for each other.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Translated by <a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"https:\/\/chat.openai.com\/chat\" target=\"_blank\">artificial intelligence<\/a> from original: <a href=\"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/category\/oci-iba-pre-neho-2020\/\">Louisa Palffy -O\u010di iba pre neho<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Chapter 16:<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/chapter-16-secret-diary\/\">Secret diary<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Riley When I escorted Emily home to meet her cousin Daphne, I sat under the red shutters for a while. On the way home, I wondered how I was able to show her my view of the world. Incredible. 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