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“NICE.” GINGER TSK-TSKED AS SHE WATCHED LOGAN FALL

onto the sand, then she turned to stare at the brown liz-ard sunning himself on the guesthouse’s eave. “You re-ally performed a public service this time.”

The lizard didn’t say a word.

Ginger sighed. “You do know I can see you, right?”

He still didn’t respond, but one of his eyes rolled her way.

“Don’t you go rolling your eyes independently of each other at me.” She undulated her neck. “I call it like I see it. And you blew it, buddy. Big time.”

The lizard turned even darker brown. That was such a neat ability, being able to change color. Too bad the only way she could do it was by giving up her favorite food in the world, shrimp. And even then, it took a while and she only turned white. White. Big flappin’ deal. Thank goodness Roger adored her in pink, but still… It’d be nice to change for a change.

She took a step closer to the house. “Stewie, I really think—”

“It’s Stewart.” The lizard turned green with indignation.

Wonder