“That’s what Ms.Emily said.” Diego gave her a sly, sideways look. “But I’m just a kid. I don’t work here or nothing.”
“Or anything.” Kyra corrected him automatically.
“Yeah, or anything.”
Kyra sat down and gestured for him to do the same. “Seriously, you shouldn’t do this. It could complicate an already complicated situation. The center has a terrific lawyer representing us, so let her do her job. Although I understand your concern.”
“Ms.Emily say that Shaq can’t come back here. That ain’t fair if he didn’t do nothing ... anything wrong. He’ll go back to the shelter and pit bulls don’t get adopted easy.”
“Can you be patient, Diego? There’s a meeting tomorrow between everyone involved. Let’s see what happens. Then we’ll discuss our options.”
He ducked his head once in assent. “You know, Ms.Emily be all nice and worried, so I can’t talk to her like I can talk to you.”
“Is there a compliment in there somewhere?” Kyra asked, but she felt honored that Diego would confide in her.
Diego laughed. “I don’t mean you’re not nice, too, but you’re more ... like tough, street-smart.”
“That’s a compliment for sure.” She reached out to ruffle his hair, and this time he didn’t avoid her touch. “Don’t worry. We’ll find a good home for Shaq.”
Even if she had to adopt the dog herself.