« She’s already offered, » I laughed. « Twice! »
My husband laughed at our neighbor’s offer.
« He looks tired today. »
I grabbed my purse off the counter and checked my watch. The dry cleaner closed at 4 p.m., and I still needed to swing by the pharmacy for Laurence’s allergy drops.
« I’m running out real quick. Twenty minutes, tops. You got them? »
« Always, » Kenny said. « Drive safely. »
« You got them? »
I bent and ruffled Frankie’s ears the way he liked, right at the base where the fur was softest.
He blinked up at me with those cloudy, patient eyes and gave one lazy thump of his tail.
I stepped out onto the porch and pulled the door shut behind me.
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