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

It was dark under there.”

I thought about the note, the raw place beneath the red hair tie, and the final sentence pressed nearly through the paper.

“Why did you say the paper smelled like you?” I asked.

Lucy looked embarrassed.

“I kept it inside my shirt while I wrote the other side.”

It had not been imagination that made Sophie cling to the note. The continue reading …