The man drove and the silence was full of his thinking. He had never owned a dog, never had a pet that jumped and licked and sought love so intensely. In fact, he'd lived in the countryside where runners were biters and were just about the only dogs you actually got to meet. So Betty was an absolute mystery.
She seemed so calm it might have been unnerving, but it felt reassuring instead. Like fate, or good luck if you don't believe in things like fate. Or love, which transcends luck or fate or things. And he thought for a minute that this might actually be love. The leaping kind of love. That just knows and sees where it will lead next.
But life doesn't leap, it takes doing and fixing and preparing. The fence needed to be mended in the backyard, the house was a mess of piles and papers and things to be washed, and the money never increased and never filled the bellies already needing to be filled.
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