It’s afternoon and I’m on the deck with a book and Maya. I’ve tricked her into settling down and relaxing by putting her bed on a chair next to me and giving her a chew treat. Sometimes having a dog is like having a child.
I’m reading The Home for Unwanted Girls by Joanna Goodman. The story has drawn me in. I’m rooting for the characters, and I’m low-burn angry at the storyline based on Canadian history. In years to come when I’m reminded of this book, I’ll think of this warm June afternoon spent on my deck.
Some days, and some books, weave their way into the narrative of our life like that.
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