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almost seems silly now. If I allowed myself, I might find him an interesting person to be around. But I wasn’t going to send up the white flag. No way. The streamer stealer would have to call a truce.
    “What’s that smell?” Zack sniffed the air.
    I heard a high-pitched whistling sound, like air escaping from a balloon.
    “Flat tire?”
    He shook his head. “You’d know if we got a flat, trust me.”
    “Maybe it’s you.” I smiled, thinking I’d have some fun.
    Except the fun didn’t last long. I gagged as the stench hit my nostrils: rotten eggs and road kill.
    Normally Kirk makes a lot of strange sounds, and the smell is usually minimal.
    Zack rolled down his window. “Open your widow, Baker.”
    Holding my breath, eyes watering, I tried to roll it down. The window was one of those old fashioned jobbies, the kind you had to crank.
    “It won’t budge.” I said, my palms slipping when I couldn’t make it move.
    “Try harder.”
    I gave it a kick and it popped off. “No!”
    “Hang on.” Zack swerved off the road into a grassy area next the highway and threw the van into park.
    I opened the door and we scrambled out of the cab.
    “What,” Zack gasped, “in god’s name,” another gasp, “do you feed him?”
    I shook my head, bracing my hand on my knees, inhaling fresh air, “I have no idea, ask my mom.”
    “Sure, just as soon as my head stops spinning.” He too was hunched over, hands on his knees. “The government would pay big bucks to have that mutt. You could take out an army.”
    I pressed my face into my shoulder to hide a smile.
    The other moving van pulled up. Our parents jumped out with horrified expressions on their faces and cell phones in hand, no doubt ready to dial 911.
    “We’re fine.” Zack straitened. He had one of those convincing voices, authoritative sounding. He controlled a team of testosterone-laden jocks without raising his voice in the slightest, and I guess it worked on our parents as well. They actually relaxed, just hearing those two words.
    “What happened?” Glenn glanced between us. The sun reflected off his bald, shiny head.
    “It was Kirk, we couldn’t breathe.” I said, wondering what magical powers Zack possessed, and if he would be kind enough to impart his knowledge.
    My mom pressed her hand to her stomach. “He got into the garbage last night. I should have known.”
    Glenn scratched his chin. “Kirk the dog?”
    Zack chuckled. “You don’t believe us, Dad?”
    “You’re saying that dog has such a bad case of gas you had to pull over?”
    “My window wouldn’t open and we couldn’t stand the smell.” I explained.
    “It can get pretty bad.” Mom leaned into Glenn, winding her arms around his waist. PDA alert. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. And judging by the southward movement of Glenn’s left hand, he was wedging his fingers in mom’s back pocket.
    Zack rolled his eyes, hating the display as much as me. “Are we good?”
    Glenn and mom headed back for their moving van, making goo-goo eyes at each other. He added, halfheartedly, since he was busy grabbing my mom’s ass. “Sure, no more funny stuff. Let’s get to the new house in one piece.”

 
    Chapter 5
     
    Zack and I went back to ignoring each other once we were on the road again. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as it was earlier, which had to be a step in the right direction…or maybe I was becoming immune.
    Then, not ten minutes later, Kirk started whining and pawing at the door.
    “Can’t he hold it?” Zack asked.
    “Uh, I’m not sure if I want to find out.”
    “Fine, there’s a rest area up ahead.”
    I forced Kirk to sit. He was being stubborn, and ended up sitting—not next to me like I wanted—but on me. Kirk is a big boy. Not fat, just big bones, wrinkles, and lots of muscle. He weighed one hundred and ten pounds last time I took him to the vet. So it wasn’t like I could use my superior size to move him. Not when I weighed a measly fifteen