Beatrice couldn’t argue with that, but she pressed, “Sorry to hear about your father. But you don’t know anyone else who could take the dog? He seems so friendly and it’s really not fair to the animal to keep him in these circumstances.”
Now the woman had a sly look on her face. “Nope. But you sure seem interested in the dog.”
Beatrice said quickly, “Interested in his well-being.”
“More than I am, probably,” said the woman craftily.
“I already have a dog,” said Beatrice, growing alarmed.
“He gets along good with other dogs. Least, that’s what my dad said,” said the woman. She patted her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
“Look, I’m planning a wedding here. Among other things,” said Beatrice in a rush.
“Be a pity if a fine animal like that ends up at the shelter,” said the w
