Dede leaned out, waving. “Hello, Stan!” she called. A gorgeous Irish setter stuck his head out the door next to Dede’s leg. Stan saw his tail waving behind him. It reminded her of Nutty’s plume. “Hi, Dede. I hope it’s okay I’m early.” She walked up the front steps to the little yellow house. The dog squeezed past Dede to get to her, sniffing and licking her hand. “He knows exactly who you are. How cute is that?” Dede hugged her. “Your timing is perfect. Come in.” Stan stepped inside Dede’s little house and immediately felt at home. It was small but cozy, with the kind of furniture her gram would’ve loved and the smell of baking cookies filling the air. Stan’s stomach rumbled. Lunch had escaped her again. Everyone else had gone to Gerry’s after the funeral for a catered meal. “This is Gus.” Dede motioned toward the setter, who sat at Stan’s feet, tongue hanging out, smiling at her. “Hi, Gus.” Stan petted him. Gus stood up and licked her face. Stan laughed.
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