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

page with Clara’s story written in straightforward language, some photos of the notes, and a button that said, “Want to start a route of your own?”

People clicked.

They wrote in from towns I’d never heard of. From big cities and small suburbs. From places with diners and places with juice bars and places with nothing but a gas station and a church.

“I continue reading …