Outside, the clouds scuttled away to reveal the bright, half orb that seemed to pulse with light as though it was a living, breathing being. Steve stared at it while he waited for Rocky’s nose to finish reading the social column.
Lilac bushes beside the fence perfumed the spring air. The warm afternoon had faded into a cool evening. Steve thought of the next few days with dread. There would be Grandpa’s funeral and then a decision about what to do with Rocky. Steve couldn’t keep him here for long. Maybe Megan would board him until Steve could find a place that allowed dogs. He’d lose the deposit on his six month lease, but that was a small matter compared to keeping Rocky.
He watched the stocky dog trot towards him and knelt down to give him an ear rub. “You’re a good dog. Grandpa liked
