#Chapter29
Oz was right where I left him. He had, however, adopted an odd position, knees pointed strangely as he forced the soles of his feet to join, and Milo sat in the gap between his legs. He bounced off Oz's lap when he saw me, head over paws leaps made, almost tumbling, as he tried to get to me. It was hard not to admire his enthusiasm.
/"Okay. Close your eyes, Odd Bod,/" I instructed, fingers digging into the softness of the sea creature that was held behind my back. I settled down back on the couch, fending off Milo's excitable attack. Like the good little boy that he was, Oz obeyed without questioning. His nose wrinkled slightly and a small smile kept fighting its way onto his lips.
