Chapter 4
The cane-train’s haunting whistle filtered through the fog of sleep. Zoe opened her eyes as a knocking sounded at the door. She opened her eyes, checked the clock and groaned. Seven o’clock. This was her day off. She was supposed to have Mondays and Tuesdays free in return for working weekends. ‘Move over Captain, you big lug.’ The border collie was taking up half the bed. He thumped his tail, but didn’t move.
Zoe gave up and stroked his handsome head. She’d always wanted a dog, and had invited him to stay last night when he came to visit. His warm, solid presence was very reassuring. ‘Who needs a man when you have a dog, eh?’ Captain smiled and snuggled further down into the doona. His weight on her left leg had made it go to sleep and when she dragged herself to her feet, s
