The Puppy Had a Note Tied to Her Paw-and Someone Promised to Call at Noon

her,” she told me.

I hesitated.

“It’s okay.”

I crouched on the path.

“Sophie.”

The puppy looked at me, then back at Lucy.

I tapped twice against my knee.

Tap. Tap.

Sophie ran to me.

She pressed against my legs, circled once, and sat on my shoe. Her tail beat against the ground while she watched Lucy.

The choice was not between remembering and forgetting. She continue reading …