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

it in the hallway where morning light would not fade the pencil.

Sophie noticed it occasionally. She would smell the glass, wag once, and continue toward the kitchen.

By spring, she had grown into her paws. She carried sticks too long to fit through the patio  door and believed every grocery bag contained something for her. She slept with her stomach continue reading …