Chapter 3
Three weeks came and went, during which time I saw Tru everywhere. In that measly twenty-one days, I ran into him at the grocery store, Thai Bamboo House down on Water Street when I was going in and he was coming out, and several times in my front yard. Of course, those times, I had kind of accidentally on purpose been outside doing yardwork when he happened to walk by with his pack of dogs. We chatted until the Husky dumped his load and Tru cleaned it up, then he continued on.
Although Tru was coming this evening with his grooming truck for Aldo’s appointment—and Christ did the dog need it, even if he wore shaggy very well—I still wanted to see him when he walked by with the dogs. I took Aldo outside with me, needing an excuse. I’d mowed the lawn four days before, and had been
