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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Part 1
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Part 2
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Part 3
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. Chapter 37
  45. Chapter 38
  46. Chapter 39
  47. Chapter 40
  48. Chapter 41
  49. Chapter 42
  50. Chapter 43
  51. Chapter 44
  52. Chapter 45
  53. Chapter 46
  54. Chapter 47
  55. Chapter 48
  56. Chapter 49
  57. Chapter 50
  58. Chapter 51
  59. Chapter 52
  60. Chapter 53
  61. Chapter 54
  62. Chapter 55
  63. Chapter 56
  64. Chapter 57
  65. Epilogue
  66. Acknowledgments
  67. Also by Susan Wilson
  68. About the Author

Ed knows that he needs to back off. In a moment of sharp parental self-awareness, he wonders if it is he who wants her to be on the soccer field. He’d been a decent basketball player, and he understands the benefits of being part of a team, of being active, of being a little bit celebrated while in high school.

Ed thinks that maybe Stacy is just coming into her antijock phase, and he is mindful to let her make her own decisions. But he can’t help asking the question: “Are you afraid you won’t make the team?”

Stacy takes another mouthful of chili. “More like I’m afraid I will.”

*   *   *

Ed rasps the wire brush across three courses of brick, over and over, until his right arm aches and a thin line of sweat darkens the back of his shirt. This is going to be more than a one-morning job, but Ed has plenty of time.

*   *   *

Finally! Finally, Ed has realized that they should wait here for Justine. Such a relief. Ed has found something to do, which seems like what this human requires for happiness—activity. But there is something about the manic way he’s going about this task that keeps Buddy/Mack alert and concerned. Ed is going at the task like he’s in a battle.

They are there from when the shadows cover him entirely until the shadows disappear and, even in the cool air, Buddy/Mack gets warm. He stands and shakes. Sits, watches Ed. Walks around, sniffs. He hears a squirrel and ponders the chase.

Ed finally tires of his activity and sinks down to sit with his back against the pillar he’s been scrubbing so vigorously. Buddy/Mack comes over to him and sits down, happy that they both will sit here waiting for Justine.

After a few minutes, Ed gets up, complaining in tongue language as he climbs to his feet. He opens the car door. “Let’s go.”

Buddy/Mack’s ears droop in disappointment.

Justine has still not come.

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He’s doing the same damn thing with the dog that he did with Stacy—being the fun parent, being the entertainment, monopolizing him. Arms crossed, Alice stares out the living room window, waiting for Ed to return with the dog so that she can get to his first training class on time. Ed knows she’s doing this today, so why ever did he take Buddy with him?