The Titan prances when it sees Rags approaching. In anticipation of riding, I wore jeans and my favorite lime-green sneakers, and I’m hoping my preparation isn’t for nothing. Rags opens the Titan’s engine flap, glances inside at the parts within, and closes it. Then he pats the Titan on the neck and scowls at me. “Today, you ride.”
I put one hand on my hip. “I have a pretty good excuse.”
I’d have to just show him. That would be easier than trying to explain. I calmly walked to my closet and opened the door. Vera peered out from between the hangers.
Charlie’s red face turned ghastly white. “Is that an alien in your closet?”
“Yes, it is,” I said. “But don’t worry, she’s friendly.”
“Okay, you’re excused.”