One night several long times alone later, Gracie lay snuggled against her Bryan. Moe’s Joel was behind them, his arm over Bryan’s chest and resting on her side. Moe was asleep at the end of a big, new bed some men had carried in after Joel had brought the things that zipped. They had clothes in them. He also brought a lot of boxes, one with Moe’s bowls, toys, and leash.
Joel was making soft sounds that told Gracie he was asleep.
Bryan stroked Joel’s arm. Then he pulled Gracie close. “Thank you for finding me a nice Jewish boy to bring home to Mother,” he whispered to her. He chuckled quietly.
“Gracie, you’re quite the little matchmaker.” He put his lips on her head and made a smack sound. “My Beagle, the yenta.” Gracie looked up at him and saw him smile.
Gracie didn’t know what all tha
