Chapter Eleven
THE FARM WAS OUT IN the country, but the stand that Aiden used to sell his crops to the town was fairly centrally-located in a large parking lot downtown. Fortunately, the lot was deserted. Beatrice took Boris out of the car and they walked up to Aiden. He was a wiry, rangy man, tall and tanned with a quiet dignity about him. He lifted a hand as Beatrice and Boris approached.
“Hi there,” he said with a smile. “This isn’t your dog, is it? I thought I remembered you had something a little smaller.”
“You remember something a lot smaller,” said Beatrice. “I’m helping out Meadow and Ramsay and this is their dog, Boris. He’s very poorly-behaved.”
At that point, however, Boris decided to prove Beatrice completely wrong. He politely smiled at Aiden and then rolled over onto his
