When a Scruffy Little Dog Refused to Let an Old Woman Disappear

see me and remember to call their sister… let them.’” Sarah’s eyes were shining. “She made me promise one thing, though.”

“What?”

“‘Don’t make me a tragedy,’” Sarah recited. “‘Make me a reminder.’”

I exhaled slowly, some of the tension leaving my shoulders.

From his stool, Mike grumbled, “Well, if folks wanna argue, let ‘em. At least they’re thinking about continue reading …