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bedroom and didn’t come back until Sarah mounted the steps, told off the delivery man for not knowing she was out with the sheep, signed, and dragged the box into the house, still complaining. The delivery man tore off up the drive, gravel spraying under his wheels.
    She burned her eggs cooking breakfast while she was trying to get the thing out of the box, and then stood there cursing for a long time. Then she cursed into her phone for awhile, having to do with whoever had delivered the box not being willing to come and get it again. Then she got Baz to pick up the box and carry it outside. She came back and dumped the burned eggs in a bowl, set it out for Baz, and then shoved him back in the house and locked the door after her. The motor of the truck started up, and then receded. This was promising.
    Baz stood by the door looking out, changing his angle to look out farther up the road. He went over and mouthed up the eggs, and then stood licking the bowl while he stared out the window. Then he harrumphed, and went over to the couch.
    I waited until he had plumped down, scratched at the couch pillows, turned around, curled up and closed his eyes. I waited a little longer until his limbs relaxed. I slipped my manacles, unhooked the cage door, stepped out and into wolf form. I didn’t let him get a whiff of me until I was on top of the couch, looming over him, grown so huge my head was almost as big as he was. As I hit the couch his eyes flew open and I leaned down and snarled into his face.
    So, he could make a sound! It was a delicate little shriek as he spun off the couch onto the floor and tried to run on four legs to the bedroom. I stepped off the couch, avoiding the damp stain he’d left there. He’d been very frightened indeed. I smiled as I thought how much trouble he was going to be in, and stalked down the hall to the bedroom.
    I hauled him out from under the bed by one leg, rolled him over and grabbed his throat in my teeth. I did it carefully. My plan did not include leaving a mark on him, but he didn’t know that. He clutched himself, his eyes rolled back, his tongue came out and he licked his lips again and again.
    I let him go and stepped off, and he ran off again. He’d left a puddle this time, big, stinky, and messy. My plan was working very well indeed.
    I set off after him, hauled him out from under the table, dragged him around a bit until he rolled on his back and his tongue came out again. Little, powerless canine to big, imposing canine: you can kill me if you want, but please don’t. I let him go, let him run, and caught up with him again. Big canine to little canine: I know. The next time, he tried to climb into my cage, and I started laughing, and almost tripped into my human form. When I let him go the next time, he didn’t move, but just lay there staring at me. Lesson learned. For the moment, at least.
    I sniffed around the house for anything that belonged to me. My clothes would have been nice, but there was nothing. I went into the bedroom, rummaged through the drawers until I found some sweats that would fit me. I stashed them in the back of a bottom drawer where I could find them easily in the dark.
    I came out into the living room in human form, but Baz didn’t get up. Good enough. I went to the kitchen and made a search for the car keys, but I didn’t turn up anything. She must have them all on one ring or something. I went through the fridge, helped myself to some leftover rice, some cheese, some overcooked meat. I don’t think I would have noticed what a lousy cook she was, but Richard cooked for me for nearly a month, and he had standards. In his memory, so had I. It didn’t stop me from scarfing up anything I could find. I was starving. It just meant I despised the woman while I did it.
    Baz's head came up before I heard the sound, but I trusted his hearing. I closed the fridge, hopped back into the cage, latched it, and bound myself up again. Baz jumped up and ran for the