âLetâs take Angel for a walk,â Phillip says, pulling me into his arms. âYouâve been moping around the house all morning.â
âI just still canât believe Lori. Have you heard from Danny?â
âYeah, he texted me early this morning. Apologized again for everything. Wanted to check on you.â
âWhat about Lori?â
âShe went to the hotel late last night. Sounds like they made up.â
I sigh. âWell, thatâs good, I guess.â
âGive her some time,â Phillip says. âCome on, Angel. Wanna go for a walk?â
The puppy comes tearing around the corner with one of my shoes in her mouth. The corner of the heel is chewed to pieces.
âAre you kidding me? Angel, bad girl. Give me my shoe!â
The dog sprints down the hall, so I run after her.
âPrincess, stop chasing her. She thinks youâre playing with her.â
I stop and sit down. Angel peeks at me from under the ugly kitchen table that is still (un)gracing my house. She prances over, drops the shoe in my lap, and licks me.
I inspect the damage to the shoe. âWeâre going to have to find her something to chew on besides toys. Sheâs destroying them faster than I can buy them and then she goes after my shoes.â
âLetâs take her for a walk and wear her out,â he offers.
Later in the day, I get a text from Lori.
Lori: I was being stupid. Iâm just a stupid girl.
I canât disagree with that, and since she didnât apologize, I donât bother replying.