We don’t do favors. We do court-ordered modifications.
Cordelia looks up at him. For the first time, she doesn’t look like June’s dog. She just looks like a small, terrified animal who chose him. Final day. June is supposed to pick up Cordelia at 6 PM. my-wife-knot-my-dog
You were never good at knots, you know. You tied everything too tight. The marriage. Your expectations. My leash. We don’t do favors
She blinks. He opens the carrier.
Cordelia walks directly to Arlo’s side of the couch, climbs onto his pillow, and curls up. For the first time, she doesn’t look like June’s dog
He answers.
Arlo freezes. THE HAIRBALL is not a pet. It is a weapon of mass shedding. A miniature poodle named who wears sweaters, has separation anxiety, and once peed on Arlo’s pillow the night he moved out.