wrapped in wool like a prince.
As we packed up to move, Kyle handed me back the blanket. He looked at Barnaby, who was now awake and wagging his tail stiffly.
“I’m going to get a box,” Kyle said. “For my trunk.”
“Good,” I smiled.
“And,” he paused, patting Barnaby’s head, “I think I’m going to adopt a dog. eventually. But not until I get the box ready continue reading …
