dog, and recognise a creature â a person, even â who needed my help.â
âWell, Iâm â whatâs the word?â
âAmazed?â I suggest.
âNo, gob, gob-stoppered.â
âI think you mean gobsmacked.â
âThat too. Can I tell everyone?â
âI donât know why youâre asking, because youâre going to tell everyone anyway,â I smile. âIâm going to bed. Shouldnât you be on your way too?â I hesitate at the door. âYouâre making me feel like Iâm a lightweight.â
âA what?â
âNever mind.â
âSometimes I think we speak different languages,â she says. âYouâre right, though. I should turn in, but I havenât been sleeping too well since your mum and dad started talking about selling the shop and putting me in a home.â
âDonât worry about it. They canât make you do anything. Oh, one more thing,â I say, remembering. âWe saw Paul at the leisure centre. Did you know he has a girlfriend?â
âI heard a rumour, but thatâs all it was, so I didnât say anything. Iâm sorry, but itâs for the best. Now perhaps youâll see that thereâs no going back.â
âI knew there wasnât anyway.â I remove my scarf from around my neck.
âBut in spite of that, youâre still in love with the man.â
âNot âin loveâ as such.â
âI wish I could believe you.â
âAnd I wish you goodnight, Gran.â
âGoodnight.â
Dismissing any thoughts of my ex-husband, I go to bed, but I donât sleep for thinking about Frosty â what she must have gone through and whether or not sheâll be alive in the morning.
CHAPTER SIX
Beyond the Call of Duty
When I turn up at Otter House the next morning, Jack Miller is in reception, dressed in a navy showerproof jacket, cargo trousers and boots with odd laces, one black and one tan. His hair is dark blond with natural highlights, and his cheeks are clothed in stubble. Heâs roughly the same age as me and married to one of mine and Emilyâs friends, Tessa.
Maz, who reminds me of how I look when Iâve been on my feet all night, invites us both through to the kennels to see the dog.
âSo sheâs made it so far,â I say.
âMore than that,â Maz smiles. âSheâs on her feet.â
âShouldnât that be on her paws?â Jack says cheerfully.
Frosty is bumping into the bars of her cage with a huge, lampshade-like Elizabethan collar around her neck.
âWhatâs she wearing that for?â I ask, feeling moreupset than I thought I would be at seeing her confined.
âItâs for her own good,â Maz says. âShe chewed through her drip tubing during the night.â
âIâm glad my ladies donât do that kind of thing.â Amused, I lean down towards the cage, but not too close. âHi, Frosty.â It takes her a few seconds to respond to my presence, but when she does, she gives a squeak of delight, which cuts through my wary reserve and brings tears springing to my eyes. As she wags her tail, repeatedly bashing the stainless steel walls of the cage, I swallow hard. She likes me. In spite of the cruel treatment sheâs received at somebody elseâs hands, sheâs prepared to give me the benefit of the doubt.
âShe recognises you from last night,â Maz says. âThatâs sweet.â
âI think sheâs trying to say âlet me out of hereâ.â Jack whistles through his teeth. âSheâs one of the skinniest dogs Iâve ever seen.â
âSheâs had two small meals so far and she hasnât been sick. Weâll keep feeding her little and often throughout the day.â
âIâll be looking for a prosecution under the Animal Welfare Act, but Iâm not optimistic about the outcome,â
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