When I got home, Mart had started the fire, laid out a smorgasbord of junk food, cued up Making the Cut, and somehow procured a second dog bed to put beside Mayhem"s near the fireplace. Taco came in, greeted Mayhem and Mart, and then curled up and was asleep on his new bed in less than five minutes.
Making the CutI had no doubt he"d miss Daniel as the days passed – I would, too – but he"d spent enough nights here to be quite comfortable, obviously.
Mart handed me a glass of white wine and pointed out that she also had hot tea for later and then listened as I recounted my conversation with Daniel. When I was done, she said, "Well, it sounds like it went well. Not easy, but well."
I sighed. "Yeah. We were clearly on the same page, and while I still feel pretty sad, I also feel lighter. An
