Now you’re being a little extreme, Mac told himself. Just come out with it. See what she says. Not all old people are wise, as some think, but Dee is.Mac already knew what she would say, and he didn’t want to hear it. Bad as his deception was this morning, Mac still wanted to cling to it. He had only to look over at Hamburger, snoring on the floor, to confirm it.
“Come on, young man. Spill it.”
Mac sighed once more. “I met Hamburger’s owner this morning at the park. Quite by accident.”
“Owner? You’re Hamburger’s owner. And when you go to work, I’m his owner.” She laughed. “Or at least that’s the pretending he and I do when you’re not around.”
Mac turned his hand upward beneath Dee’s so their palms were touching. He gently squeezed. “You’re sweet. But you remember how I found Hamburger last year, just after Christmas?”