Chapter 6
Out in the back of the house, I stand and hold out a hand, palm up as I make eye contact with the black dog. He looks up at me, wary and suspicious. His fangs are out. I tilt my chin up as I show him my open palm. I don’t make my voice too soft as I tell him he has a choice. He can come with me. Or not.
He can’t understand what I say, but the sound and the tone of my voice should help him make up his mind. He won’t come close, but after a few seconds, his head dips.
Wary and unsure, he follows me around to the front of the house.
Mikey waits outside with the van.
I open the front door and hold it for the dog.
While the dog looks up at me, still uncertain, I ask Mikey if he can find a home for a cane corso.
“Please, Mikey?”
Mikey’s head shakes, but there’s a familiar indulgent sparkle in his eye. Ever since I was a little girl, in the list of mad, ridiculous, and outrageous things I’ve asked Mikey to do, this probably wouldn’t make the top five.
The dog jumps up and I shut the door behind him.