Epilogue
Four little dogs nipped around Fran’s heels as they all made their way from Dylan and Maggie’s backyard to the front of the house. Fran walked slowly and carefully so as not to step on any tails or feet or prosthetics.
The dogs were all excited to see their masters returned from the hospital where Dylan had spent a few days to treat an infection he’d acquired after jumping into the pond to save Maggie and her little terrier, or the Little Terror as Fran had christened him. The little dog followed Fran everywhere in Dylan’s absence.
The dog was clearly in need of a leader to suck up to. That could never be Fran. Fran didn’t have time to lead anyone. He meant that as a literal statement. His days were numbered and everyone knew it.
Fran looked back in the yard, noting that the f
