Chapter 33

“You know,” Gretchen said, “I’ve been thinking about what you said about human males and wolf bitches. I think you should hire Brenda’s ex-husband to breed wolves. He’d fuck a knothole and he can’t hold on to a job worth shit. He’d probably have ten or so knocked up in no time since he can’t keep his dick in his pants.”

I expected Brenda to react angrily, but instead, she started to laugh. “I should be pissed at that comment, Gretch, but that is so fucking true and so damn funny. Were you this funny in high school?”

“Damn straight, baby. You missed out on a lot when you turned your nose up at me.”

“Oh, the government issues wolves special ID’s. Conor’s says that he’s twenty-five, not thirteen. When it gets renewed, it reflects the age they look like, not their real age. You can be sure that Gerhard’s license doesn’t say he’s a hundred and sixty-six. What does it say, Gerhard?”

“That I’m forty-three.”

“There you go, and you don’t look a day over forty-fi