Morning came to Pisang, bright and cool. Frank stepped outside with his tea and looked down the shadowed vale. Behind him he heard the river sloshing against its banks. The sounds of doors opening and shutting announced the awakening of the sleepy village. Over the last three days he’d been feeling short of breath. He tried to convince himself it was the altitude. As if. He coughed and looked down at Tag-Along, who was lying by his feet with ears pricked and brown-button eyes trained on him.
As if.“Yeah, I know. She opened herself up to me. I should’ve told her about the X-ray.”
Tag-Along let out a whine as he yawned and licked his chops.
“What?” Frank said, rubbing the dog’s neck. Tag-Along looked away. “Okay, you’re making your point.” He looked away, once again turning over in his he
