Chapter Four
Myrtle quickly pulled open the door. “Rose, my dear, I’m just so sorry. Can you come inside?” Then she noticed that Rose had a dog in tow. The dog grinned apologetically at Myrtle as if it knew it shouldn’t be there.
“Oh no, I can’t—I’d feel bad about bringing Buster in here,” said Rose. Her jet-black, shoulder-length hair made the paleness of her complexion look even whiter in comparison. She always had a fragile look about her and she looked especially delicate today with huge shadows under her eyes. Her eyes were red from tears.
Myrtle gave Buster the once-over. Pasha didn’t appear to be around, so there would be no conflicts there. “Buster seems fairly well-behaved. We can sit in the kitchen. Please come in.”
“Thanks. Buster isn’t mine. One of my jobs is being a dog-wa
