abandoned,â Katrina said. Her voice came out a little louder than she meant it to.
Will looked at her in surprise. âI guess thatâs true enough.â
Andy sat down and faced the dog. âI think you need us, and we need you.â He glanced up at Katrina and smiled, and she felt her cheeks grow warm. He looked back at the dog and, leaning closer, scratched him behind the ears. âOkay with you?â
The dog looked at him a long time, considering, his brown eyes searching Andyâs face. Andy scratched him under the chin and the dog lifted his head, then put a paw on his forearm. He smiled up at Katrina. âAll right, then. He says yes. Letâs go home.â
After they filled out the paperwork, they headed to the buggy with their new old dog. Andy lifted the dog into the buggy. âWhat do you want to call him?â
âMe?â Katrina said. âYouâre the one who should name him. Youâre the one who needed a dog.â
âBut youâre the one who spotted him. The dog that needed us.â
âHow about . . . Keeper?â
âI like that.â He laughed, a soft laugh that turned into acough. And then he looked surprised, as if he didnât really laugh all that often. It surprised her, as well, to hear him laugh, so that she blushed and looked away. As he turned onto the road that led to Moss Hill, he said, âAre you feeling better?â
The kindness, the way he looked at her with concern, made her eyes prickle. She ducked her head. âI guess.â She shrugged, tucking some stray hairs behind her ear. âThe reason I run to the phone shanty ten times a day is because of someone named John. Weâve been broken up for two months. Youâd think Iâd be over it by now.â
âOr not,â he said. âIt takes as long as it takes.â
She looked down at her hands folded in her lap. âI think this particular situation is going to take a long, long time.â
Rain had left the village of Stoney Ridge rinsed and clean, scented with freshly mown hay. The sky was bright, creamed with thin, swirling clouds. Jesse felt exultant, a song in his heart, until he realized he was late for work. Hank wouldnât notice but Fern certainly would.
Jesse found his working relationship with Hank to be ideal. Hank left him entirely alone and never followed up on anything. This particular morning had started as usual, with Hank drawling, âYou know what needs doing, or at least should,â and disappearing off to somewhere undisclosedâmost likely Edith Fisherâsâwhile Jesse faced tabulating the chaos of his unpaid accounts, which were numerous.
Jesseâs apprenticeship was now concentrated on learning the ins and outs of the buggy shopâs finances. Trying to untangle Hankâs curious methods, if you could call anything methodical about Hank Lapp. His style of bookkeeping hadbeen what one might call casual, if in a generous mood. If not, sloppy and careless.
In many ways, this sort of apprenticeship fit Jesse from head to toe. Each afternoon, when he knew farmers would be in the field and their wives near the houseâa safer situation for the loathsome task of bill collectingâJesse hit the road with his scooter and made his collection calls. So far, he had collected six outstanding bills without fuss or fanfare. Women were far more sensitive to the need to keep straight accounts than their husbands, he had quickly discovered.
And Jesse had some spare coinage jingling in his pockets. The bill collection division of the buggy repair shop was turning a tidy profit. True to his word, Hank gave him a percentage of what he brought in, but the wage, while steady enough, did not seem to be a swift path to riches. The buggy shop ledger was always going to be tipped in Hankâs favor, not Jesseâs. Besides, money did not stick to Jesse, which was why a more substantial supply seemed such a
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