Chapter 5There is a thump on my bed and I wake with a start. It is a dark, still night. Suddenly, a wet nose and licking tongue is thrust under my chin. Ollee is snorting and snuffling and whimpering. Almost immediately, I hear a low rumble of thunder. It's clear that Patricia's bedroom door must be closed as she would be his first port of call in a storm. Ollee has never liked thunder. It always unsettles him and now he has unsettled me. I strain to listen but I don't hear any rain. It usually makes a rattling noise when it hits the metal roof of the shed. Maybe the storm will pass us by. Perhaps the rain will fall on the other side of the mountains; the Spanish side.
Ollee moves and makes himself comfortable, snuggled up to my legs. I push the dog away from me so that I can stretch out.
