The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

to hate.

I inhaled slowly.

“I’m not calling to punish you,” I said. “I’m calling to ask you something.”

She sniffed. “What?”

“Next time,” I said, voice firm, “look down before you step over someone.”

She went quiet.

Then she whispered, “Okay.”

I didn’t forgive her in a grand speech.

I didn’t tell her she was wonderful.

I simply said, “Barnaby’s okay. I’m okay.continue reading …