Chapter 6Chicago brought the winter chill and floating, fluffy flurries that made it feel like Christmas.
“Want to walk in the snow?” Cantante was the last one still on the bus, Cantante and Warwick. Through four trips carrying luggage, even with Antonella and Dom long gone, inside the hotel in warmth and comfort, the little dog refused to get off. Her front end was buried under the last seat in back while her back end wiggled and waggled in the aisle.
“What do you think is under there?” Warwick tugged gently on her lead. “I miss Dom. Let’s get inside.”
After another solid minute of begging, tugging, and whimpering, all done by Warwick, he scooped up the Havanese, and they were finally off the bus and through the hotel’s front door. Cantante still wasn’t certain that was where she wante
