Chapter 10

“Normally I eat outside on the veranda, but with this heat I think we’d be more comfortable eating in here if it’s okay with you?” Emory asked, pointing at a table which was next to another window wall with a lake view, already set.

“Whatever you say. You’re the boss,” Cam said.

Cam sat. Emory served a sumptuous meal of western omelet, sausages, toasted English muffins with orange marmalade, juice, and coffee. As they ate they made small talk about the area, Cam’s job, and their mutual love for dogs. Mr. Magee did his best to be polite, sitting between the two men, shifting from paw to paw as he watched them eat.

“May I?” Emory asked when the men had finished eating. He was holding a piece of sausage in his hand and nodding toward Mr. Magee.

“Sure, I spoil the hell out of him,” Cam replied. “But I always make him work for it. Here, let me show you. Hold the sausage over his head.”

As Emory did, Cam said, “Magee, sing for your supper!”