“A trip to the World Market on International Speedway Boulevard for a few throw pillows and cloth napkins, a set of Mexican, hand-blown margarita glasses and pitcher, little hand-carved end tables from Africa, a framed seascape poster for the upstairs bath, and the place was becoming a home. Granted, some of these were things she’d have to donate to Joan’s garage when the time came to move, but in the meantime, they would enjoy them. She had dropped Dan off at the track and the day was hers to p...utter away. Well, do laundry, grocery shop, and give Sadie a nice long walk. One of the first things she intended to do was wash Sadie’s bed. There was every indication that it had never been washed. A little too much dog hair and doggy odor to be living with it in such a small space. And poor Fucher probably didn’t even notice. The bed’s flannel outer case had a zipper. She only hoped washing the casing would do the trick and that the stuffing wasn’t too “doggy.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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