Chapter 3After my trip to Paddington's Play House, Emma and I ate dinner and settled in for a movie. Emma convinced my mother to give up reading—Aunt Deirdre's latest romance novel about Casanova and his voluptuous lover, Torrentia, who was dying of consumption—and instead, watch an animated film about dogs ruling the world. An hour later, I lost count of how many times Emma inquired if we could get a puppy. We only convinced her to stop asking us once my mother agreed to make ice cream sundaes. Emma wasn't a big dessert connoisseur like me, but she loved butterscotch crunch. After I tucked my best girl into bed, I fell asleep dreaming about giant dogs headlining an astoundingly different production of King Lear. Even Myriam was present in the strange oddity, barking and all, as a wrinkled
