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

wooden seat.

Tap. Tap.

Sophie pulled the  leash through my hand before I could prepare myself.

I let go.

She ran.

Her ears flew behind her, and her paws struck the path in uneven bursts. Lucy opened her arms just before Sophie reached her, and the puppy climbed into her lap as though the six weeks between them had never happened.