Some things happen by design, others because life intervenes in unexpected ways. Maximus had just pushed his giggling girlfriend out the apartment door when the phone rang and he answered before he could say a word to me. As he intently listened to the caller, he began motioning me out of the crate and toward the couch. I slunk to my usual corner of the sofa, watching him slowly pace the floor with the phone glued to his ear. When he finally hung up, he turned to me. I need to drive to Vermont tonight. My dads had a heart attack.
Oh, God no! I gasped. Should I come with you? I can help you drive.
No, no, you need to stay here. I have no idea how long Ill be gone. Then he rushed around the apartment, stuffing items into his travel bag. I assisted when needed and otherwise stayed
