Chapter 9.3

“Why not?” Wade said.

“What about the tongue? Would they want Tippy’s tongue?”

Wade smiled at Tate’s sudden enthusiasm. “I don’t know. It would depend on whether or not another dog needed a new one, I guess. Would all that be all right with you guys?”

“Sure,” Tate said.

“It’s the same as organ donation in people, right?”

“You know about that?” Wade asked. “About people donating their organs when they die?”

“Sure,” Ben said.

Dixie ran her fingers through Ben’s hair. “Where did you learn about organ transplants, honey?”

“I dunno.” Ben shrugged and flopped his hands out. “School. We talked about it a lot last year when the teacher’s daddy had a kidney transplant up in Dallas.”

“How about you?” Dixie asked Tate. “Did you talk about this at school, too?”

“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “But that was about people. We didn’t talk about dogs.”

“Okay, wise guy,” Dixie said to Wade with a smile. “Now you have to turn it around.”

“I’ve got it,” he told her. “Would it surprise you boys to know that