I love Naomi so much. Nobody else in the whole world could make me so happy.We live in a two-bedroom flat
in Detroit. Her landlord doesn’t know I’m here,
so I keep pretty quiet. Mind my own business.
That’s okay. I don’t need anyone
else. I have Naomi.One day, something terrifying happened.
It was about 2 o’
clock on a Saturday and I was still in bed. The television was
tuned to some silly game show. I didn’t
care; I was content with looking out the
window. “I’m sorry, Carrie, but you’re out of luck! Maybe next time,” said the
rotund game show host.Our doorbell rang. I started to jump up and go see who it was, but I could hearNaomi in the kitchen. She would
get it. I laid back down. “Eric! It looks like you’ll be moving on,” shouted the host. Eric was jumping up and down. He reminded me
of a terrier.Naomi greeted someone at the door. I overcame my laziness and finally got outof bed and trotted to the other room. Each room in the flat was painted a differentcolor; I left the pale blue of the bedroom, passed through the dark red of thehallway, and entered into the light green of the den.