Tank
Dinner ended with less playful banter as I tried to clear my head. I drove her home and she had grabbed my hand as soon as we were on the street and kept it tight in both of hers.
As soon as we pulled up she let my hand go so I could put my truck in park and then she was out of the car and waiting for me at the back or the truck.
“Time to get ugly.” I told her and she smiled but rolled her eyes just the same.
“He will be the best dog. I always wanted one-“
“I remember. You wanted to find a place to rent when you came back that first summer. Get a dog.” I paused knowing that wasn’t a path we should head down. I didn’t feel like bringing up old fights.
“Brutus is the perfect kind.” She told me and I nodded slowly at her own needs and once she knocked and the lady popped her head
