The sunlight slanted through the trees, sending shadows across the lawn and the gravel drive as they approached the house. In the late summer those shadows would thicken into pools providing reprieve from heat for guests during garden parties.
When Leo’s motorcar pulled up to the main entrance, a dark chocolate blur streaked across the open lawn toward them. Leo parked and leapt out, greeting what appeared to be an energetic spaniel. Definitely not Old John. He ruffled his hands through the dog’s fur and it barked and jumped at his legs.
Definitely not Old John.“Easy, lady, easy. Sit.”
Ivy pushed up on the seat to see the dog sitting perfectly still, waiting for Leo’s next command.
He placed a small piece of biscuit on the tip of her nose. “Wait, wait…” He smiled. “Eat up!” He laughed
