I have to corner him and get down on my knees to get it on him. “Hey, man, it’s me,” I say in a soothing tone. “I’m the guy who brought you those doggie cookies you like so much.” I pet him for a minute, and he stops shaking. “Ready,” Quinn says, walking into the kitchen wearing a white parka and a red stocking cap with a fuzzy ball on top. She dresses warmly for our nightly walk with Midas. But I do wonder why I haven’t seen any coats besides the white one. “Hey, is that the only coat you’ve got?” I ask as we walk to the front door. She looks down at it. “Yeah, other than the dress ones. Why?” I shrug. “I just saw the charges on the account from that store you like and figured you were buying a bunch. Not that I care. You should buy a bunch.” “Oh. Well, I kind of did buy a bunch, but they were for people at the shelter.” Her sheepish expression makes me furrow my brow. “You didn’t think I’d mind, did you?” “I don’t know . . . I should have known you wouldn’t.”
