Chapter 13

When Mike and John arrived, they immediately swept us both into a hug. The dogs joined in the fray. Annie had been Mike’s dog before he moved to Boston, which he felt was no place for a dog between the long hours he kept at work and John being away so much as a flight attendant. Annie was overjoyed to see Mike and stayed glued to his side all afternoon. It all seemed so natural. I began to relax—until John asked what Andy did for a living. I hadn’t told Mike anything about Dr. Andrew Barnes. Andy handled it, though. He merely said he’d attended MSU, was a veterinarian, was between jobs and hoped to find something here in Ann Arbor.

The next questions made me hold my breath.

“So, how did you meet? How long have you known each other?” Mike asked.

I wasn’t prepared to say, Oh, I picked up this homeless guy, who has a drinking problem, was living under a bridge and got mugged by two other bums a week ago.