“Let’s take Angel for a walk,” Phillip says, pulling me into his arms. “You’ve been moping around the house all morning.”
“I just still can’t believe Lori. Have you heard from Danny?”
“Yeah, he texted me early this morning. Apologized again for everything. Wanted to check on you.”
“What about Lori?”
“She went to the hotel late last night. Sounds like they made up.”
I sigh. “Well, that’s good, I guess.”
“Give her some time,” Phillip says. “Come on, Angel. Wanna go for a walk?”
The puppy comes tearing around the corner with one of my shoes in her mouth. The corner of the heel is chewed to pieces.
“Are you kidding me? Angel, bad girl. Give me my shoe!”
The dog sprints down the hall, so I run after her.
“Princess, stop chasing her. She thinks you’re playing with her.”
I stop and sit down. Angel peeks at me from under the ugly kitchen table that is still (un)gracing my house. She prances over, drops the shoe in my lap, and licks me.
I inspect the damage to the shoe. “We’re going to have to find her something to chew on besides toys. She’s destroying them faster than I can buy them and then she goes after my shoes.”
“Let’s take her for a walk and wear her out,” he offers.
Later in the day, I get a text from Lori.
Lori: I was being stupid. I’m just a stupid girl.
I can’t disagree with that, and since she didn’t apologize, I don’t bother replying.
