Jun 17, 2007 19:41
The golden puppy wiggled in her arms. Small grunts of joy, or perhaps hunger, escaped from its mouth. The girl looked down into its brown eyes as the puppy gazed into her troubled green ones.
“His name is Charley. He will be a good pet for you. Come on Emma. I need this job and it requires me to travel. I have no one to look after you while I’m gone. Please. This will make me feel better. You will have company.”
With her father’s pleading voice ringing in her ears, Emma looked up into his eyes. “Take it back.”
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