“Let’s sit on the porch,” Glenda said. “It’s beautiful spring day. “
Lenora walked slowly out and settled disconsolately in a chair.
A casual acquaintance, Carlos, came walking up the street with a puppy. The young dog pulled on the leash, tugging toward the porch.
“Here, dog,” said Lenora.
Glenda gasped. It was the first time her mother has spoken today.
The puppy licked Lenora’s hand. “What’s that dog’s name?” she asked.
“Chiquita,” said Carlos. “because she’s yellow and sweet.”