In our new dorm at the start of term, they told me to sleep on the floor, and piled all their things on my bed.
“Don't forget, you're just a dog here to serve me. Do dogs deserve to sleep in a bed?”
My younger sister leaned close to my ear.
“You'd better do as I say. Otherwise, I'll call my dad about your nearly dead old grandmother, and he'll make your mother send her straight to the crematorium! Don't believe me? Try it!”
