VIIONCE SHE WAS THROUGH the hatch, petted Fido and was sitting all sweet-smelling next to me, she turned around and looked back through the hatch.
“It’s OK, you can come on, now,” she said to someone.
Of course that startled me and I reached for that .45 again, but then I saw almost a mirror image of her poke her little sweet head through, with a smile that could melt the snow off a mountain.
I was in love all over again. Fatherly type of stuff. My heart “grew two sizes that day” sort of thing.
“Is that all?” I asked.
“Yes. She’s all. She’s everything.” Dora hugged the kid like the most valuable thing in her world.
And then that kid did something that brought tears to my eyes. She stood on the seat and hugged me, two-day grizzle and sweat-smelling shirt, everything.
I was speechless
