Ben visits
Mallory steps through the door and holds it open for Ben so that he can come through the door and out of the carriage house, as far as anyone watching would be concerned. The fall foliage is an explosion of color in every direction. Some of it seems dense with underbrush, and rings most of the property, with patches of lawn covered with scattered leaves. The house is ahead of them with a large expanse of lawn in between.
Before they can take more than a few steps, a small black puppy (doing a great impression of a prune or raisin) comes gamboling drunkenly toward them and pauses to sniff excitedly at Ben's shoe.
"Not again!" Mallory's tone is a groan as she looks at the dog with her hands on her hips. "Where did you come from?"
Before they can take more than a few steps, a small black puppy (doing a great impression of a prune or raisin) comes gamboling drunkenly toward them and pauses to sniff excitedly at Ben's shoe.
"Not again!" Mallory's tone is a groan as she looks at the dog with her hands on her hips. "Where did you come from?"