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blue polka dot panties.
    Erin made more coffee and meticulously buttered two slices of toast in the kitchen. Allie reappeared, her face scrubbed pink and her long hair tied back in a tight ponytail. A small skin-colored Band-Aid covered the corner of her eyebrow and she'd dabbed makeup on the red scrape. Dressed in jeans and black T-shirt with a little red maple leaf in the center, Allie's svelte physique made casual look hot. She was absolutely refreshed. Like someone had punched the restart button on her day.
    Fiona head-bumped Allie on the thigh and she opened the back door to let her out. Erin marveled at the blind dog unerringly picking her way down the steps to the yard, nose to ground. Allie sat in a kitchen chair, Android phone in hand, scrolling through her Facebook page. Wrong-Way Rachel appeared and wove a tight figure eight around their legs. The three-legged cat nimbly launched herself onto the table and swished her tail in Allie's face. She reached two fingers out to smooth Rachel's whiskers, which delighted the cat into making a happy chirping noise.
    "The cat—" Erin sputtered, "on the table—"
    "Sorry hon. You're right. We'll get the hang of this." Allie lifted Rachel and set her on the floor. A light dusting of feline hair marked the spot where she had been and Allie sheepishly swatted at it. With a twitch of her tail, and no farewell, the cat exited for her latest hiding place. Allie resumed browsing on her Android. Her expression was positively serene. Like Buddha.
    She suddenly rose and stood by the door where, two seconds later, the dog 's happy grin and dangling tongue appeared behind the glass. She let Fiona in and the dog tracked muddy paw prints across the floor.
    Erin stifled a sigh and eyed the closet that held the sponge mop. She placed the café latté she 'd made on the table for Allie. It was nice and frothy, just how she liked. Without looking up, Allie absently reached over, grasped the handle of the coffee mug and slid it to the right about a foot.
    Erin picked up the plate of toast and balanced the butter knife. She remembered to snatch a jar of homemade crab apple jelly from the fridge on her way back to the table. Before she could put it down, she fumbled and the knife lurched over the edge of the plate. It skittered across the table where seconds before the coffee had been. Erin cocked her head and stared at it and then the mug. Uncanny. She reached over and straightened the knife beside Allie 's plate.
    "Pretty coffee, Honey." Allie smiled and picked up her mug to take a swallow. "Good too." It always made Erin smile when Allie called her that. Honey.
    "It 's Saturday. I don't work tonight so I can sleep later…" Erin began, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. A crazy idea began to form. "Why don't we take Fuzzy Fiona for a walk? She could sure use one. I've been busy. You've been busy with your new job. Fiona deserves it." Erin knew she was manipulating Allie by using the dog, but a spark was igniting in her mind and it stifled her guilt.
    Allie 's brow furrowed. "You know I have to go soon. I'm meeting the girls from work at Zumba."
    "Zumba? Is that even a real thing?"
    "Yes, it's a fitness class, and it's fun. Not everyone likes free weights and treadmills."
    "Can 't you miss it once? Spend some time with me?" she cajoled. Allie hesitated until Erin pointed to the grinning dog. "Look at that face."
    That did it. Allie bent, rubbed Fiona 's ears and retrieved her jacket from the hall closet. Erin patted the dog, her unwitting co-conspirator. It was simply an idea she had. There was no harm in walking a dog and having an idea. She glanced at the dirty trail across the kitchen. They could go right after she mopped the dog's footprints off the floor.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    "How far into mosquito country do we actually need to go to walk the dog? She likes it fine just going around the block." Allie rolled up her window when the roadside brush