He obeyed me without a word and sat on his favorite side of the table, near the side door of the kitchen. He looked strangely happy, as if he had just gone through an uncomfortable moment and come out of it unscathed. That was unusual—Alexander always seemed very confident and relaxed around me, around anyone. He always looked as if he knew exactly what he was doing, even when that wasn’t the case.
Kit came into the kitchen, his nails scratching against the floor in a quick tapping sound, and sat beside Alexander. He rested his head on his thigh, in a very submissive attitude. I laughed, thinking that this shy little dog was the same one who bared his teeth every time Luke dared to come over to my house. With a gentle stroke, Alexander rubbed his back and head, and the dog whimpered softl
