“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
Danny stood in the doorway to his room and stared at the spirit sitting on his beanbag chair like he owned the place. The boy slammed the door and turned around, stalking into the kitchen.
“Mom, Coyote’s back.”
Danny’s mother turned away from the sink, and from the two bird spirits having an angry conversation on the counter.
“Oh, he is, is he? And what did he have to say?”
The boy scuffed his foot on the floor and then sighed.
“I dunno, I slammed the door.”
The look on his mother’s face was one of abject horror.
“Come on, time to run damage control.”
She strode to his room and pulled the door open, not at all surprised to see Coyote lounging on the beanbag chair with the Xbox controller between his paws.
“Hello, Coyote. Did you have a particular request or are you just here to play?”
“Well, I was hoooooping that Danny here could help me out with something.”
She turned to her scowling son and grinned wickedly.
“Have fun and try not to get arrested this time.”