Later that evening, Matt diLorenzo leaned over the stove stirring a huge pot of homemade spaghetti sauce. He glanced at the clock—it was a hair after 8:30, which meant Vic was on the way home. Noodles were boiling in water on a back burner, and the sizzling sound of boneless country spare ribs in a third pan had drawn Sadie to Matt’s side. She sat on her haunches and looked up at him with large eyes perfected by dogs everywhere. Whenever he glanced her way, she whimpered and thumped her tail on the floor, or licked her lips and yipped. The vet had said table scraps were bad for Sadie’s health, but what Dr. Gonzalez didn’t know…
Stealthily, Matt pinched off an end of one rib and set it on the spoon rest. “Let it cool first,” he told the dog, who watched his every move with wide eyes. She k
