Alanna watches after Will’s dogs. She spends the day running and playing with them. Winston runs up to her, putting his paws on his shoulders and licking her face. Will Graham walks up the driveway, clear eyed and smiling. He has a bag of takeout in his hand. “Thanks for watching them,” He says, rubbing Winston’s head. “How were the dogs?”
“They were great.” Alanna says. “Let’s eat.”
They have a picnic on the front lawn, surrounded by happy dogs. The takeout is not people.