EpilogueSuzie sat on the porch-chair rocking back and forth as the infant boy suckled at her breast. His tiny hand grasped her smock with a vise-like grip and she gazed down into his eyes with maternal love. Mishka sat at her feet as if daring anything or anyone to harm the child. Peter smiled as he approached from the stream carrying a brace of wriggling fish.
‘That damn dog hasn’t moved more than ten feet from Joshua since he was born. I think she loves him as much as you do,’ he said to Suzie.
Mishka wagged her tail at the sound of her name but didn’t move from her post. Suzie used her free hand to tidy a strand of her stray hair from the baby’s face, looked up at Peter and smiled.
‘Don’t tell me you’re jealous of a little baby, Peter. You’ll have to get used to it – Julie’s beginnin
