“Sure,” he responded, his expression a little startled, as though he hadn’t been expecting such an abrupt dismissal. Almost immediately, though, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed Ben, sizing him up, trying to ascertain where he fit in my life.
Well, there’s a good question, I thought. If you get it figured out, please let me know.
But at least he stepped outside, and I was able to close the door, tell him a hasty goodbye, and then follow Ben down the front walk. We passed Tom’s shiny new BMW 8-series sedan as we hurried across the street, but Ben didn’t give it even the barest glance. Clearly, he had far more important matters on his mind.
For myself, I wasn’t too worried…yet. Dogs had an uncanny ability to get into things they shouldn’t eat, and considering Rufus’s propensity for poking
