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“Can you get a hand on his collar?”
“I’m trying!”
“Here, let me grab his butt,” she says, and tries to wrap her arms around his lower half to stabilize him. And it seems to work until he slips through and runs to the neighboring farm. “Oh no! The mud makes it feel like he’s covered in butter!”
“Come on. Let’s try again. Boris! Boris!” Dean shouts.
So, we continue to run and try to catch him.
We get to a point where he’s between us again, so I suggest we try cornering him.
“Let’s just charge at him. He won’t attack us, right?”
“Have you seen him, Dean? He’s the most lovable dufus dog in the world.”
Either way, we both extend our arms and slowly start toward him.
Then, when she is close enough, Mae grabs his collar with both hands.
“Mina! Come get your dog!”
Her daughter comes charging from the house and runs Boris back inside.
“Hose him off!”
“I’ll get him right into the shower.”
“Oh, great. That’s going to be a fun mess to clean up later.”
With the chaos eliminated, we’re able to just look at each other—both completely caked in mud from head to toe. We laugh hysterically as we examine ourselves and each other.
“Well, hey. It’s probably a great exfoliant for the skin,” Mae jokes.
Even underneath all of the brown goo, she still looks beautiful.
Our laughter dies down, and we just stare at each other, breathing heavily from the energy we just exerted.
“I hope you know that I was never going to go through with the condo deal.”
“I know. I’m sorry I let Anna get to me.”
“That’s just who she is, Mae. She likes to start fires and walk away from them.”
“I guess. Was what you said last night true, though?”
“What?” I ask.
“That you aren’t going through with the plan because of my grandpa?”
“Well, of course. His desire to stay here until his dying day was pretty compelling but…” I smile at her before I continue. “But there’s also this gorgeous granddaughter he has that seems to keep making my life more and more interesting with each day she’s in it.”
“You better be referring to me and not my teenage daughter.”
“Eww. Of course, I’m talking about you.” I walk over to her and take her in my arms. “Thank you for everything you did for Dylan today,” I say, staring into her eyes.
“You’re welcome.” Her small hands naturally find their place at the nape of my neck—and her warm skin is a nice contrast from the cold raindrops.
“It felt really nice to have someone consoling him with me. It was almost like I wasn’t his only parent, for once.”
