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a visitor
This evening is like lots of other evenings.
The guinea pigs are squeaking. Nutwit is puttering in his tree. Julia and Sara
and George are watching something about meerkats on the nature channel.
I’ve just settled in with Rowdy on the couch when George drops a cookie on
the floor.
I leap into action.
“Robert,” says Julia, “leave it.”
Briefly, I consider my options. But not for long.
At least I share a piece with Rowdy.
“You are hopeless,” Julia says. “But I love you anyway.”
And that’s when we hear the bark.
It’s coming from the front porch.
“Hmm. That’s weird,” says George.
“I’ll check it out.” Julia runs to the door and pulls it open.
She hesitates.
She looks over at me, back at the porch, back at me.
“Bob?” she says. “I think it’s for you.”
And it is.