“Oh Misha,” she sighed. “You just had to wait until the pizza got here to ring your bell.”
“She rings a bell?” I wondered.
“Yes with her nose,” Ms. Kim said with a frown. “It’s great for my small bladdered companion to communicate that it’s time to go for a walk but that small bladder is the reason my dinner will be cold.”
“You mean she literally rings a bell?” I wondered, still surprised.
“You’ve never seen that before?” she wondered, just as surprised.
No. I mean, that’s cool but no, that’s not something I’d seen before. I shook my head.
“So what did you come here to talk about, dear?”
“Um, well, I moved into your old house a few days ago and”—now I see your granddaughter every single day—“I . . . er, found this picture.” Pulling out the torn pictu
