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Show 173 "How many brothers and sisters do you have?" "Two older sisters." "That's nice." "I'm just beginning to think so." He laughed-he had wonderful teeth, perhaps the bottom front ones were pinched a bit too close together- then he turned thoughtful. The blueness of his eyes had softened into turquoise. "I don't know, he's a good dog. But I haven't much time for him now." "How's that?" "Oh, I don't know. School, and work." He sipped his water again; she waited for him to explain, until it was obvious he was not going to. "I had a dog when I was a kid," she said. "My mom's dog, really." "A Golden Retriever?" "No, that was the neighbor's. Our dog was a Cocker Spaniel. She got hit by a car." "I bet that was traumatic." "Oh, it was. It certainly was. I guess I was about ten at the time. It was the worst thing that had ever happened in my life. Up to that point, that is." She did not want to talk about her parents, she hastily went on, "We had her for almost five years." "That's too bad." "We got another one, another Cocker. Had her for a year, and she got run over too. So we never got another. The waitress brought both sandwiches-his and hers-together. |