The winter of the Federated calendar year 279 came earlier than expected.
Early morning.
Su Lu put on a coat, exhaled a puff of white breath, went to the edge of the garden, fetched his daily newspaper and milk delivery, and returned to the living room.
Mary had already prepared breakfast, which was toasted bread with a slight char and pan-fried bacon.
Hallock was languidly laying on the carpet, his doggy face brimming with the expression of utter disinterest.
During his time as a foster, many of his hobbies were prohibited, and his wanton destruction was met with swift punishment, a hobby he no longer dared to pursue.
Those good days with Isaac were long gone.
What was worse, he couldn't outsmart his new owner, and had been branded with a contract, forcing him to obediently follow commands.
