20
After a couple of days moping around the house, Sam caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair looked fit for a bird to nest in and she could smell her shirt and her breath. If any of her former colleagues saw her now, they wouldn’t recognise her.
She hardly recognised herself.
“I can’t go on like this,” she stated.
Her hellhound puppy sat down on the bathmat and scratched her ear. “Arf.”
“You’re right.”
“Arf?”
“That’s it. This is too pathetic. I’m going to shower and then I’ll go see Catalina.”
The pup looked at her expectantly, her head tilted. Some of the blue markings ran down her grey fur and she wagged her tail. “Arf?”
“No, walkies are for later.”
She rolled on her back, exposing the soft of her belly. She ran in the air, her excitement never tempered. “Arf! Arf
