He stood on the edge of the curb, his brown eyes looking directly into hers. “Poor doggy,” she heard herself say aloud. Rolling down the window, she looked more closely at the dog. He seemed so scared and lonely.
“Hey! Don’t you dare let that darn dog in this car,” Pete ordered.
If he hadn't said it with such vehemence, if he hadn't been so cruel and disdainful ever since she’d known him, maybe she wouldn’t have done it. But the instant the last syllable left his wretched lips, Marla opened the door and patted her thigh, “Come on boy, come on.”
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