The next day, it happened again.
Leaving the bakery with a bag of warm rolls, Annie spotted Benny waiting. He bounded over, tail wagging, as if he remembered her. Laughing, she pulled out a few sausages she had brought just in case.
“Look who’s back! I brought something for you.”
He took them—but once again, didn’t eat. He hurried off, almost urgently.
This time, Annie couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different.
By Wednesday, she was prepared. She packed fresh chicken in a container and slipped it into her purse.
Sure enough, there was Benny, waiting near the hardware store. When she handed him the food, she followed.
