The house seemed nice enough. A neat, well maintained Colonial on the small side. The kind of place you see in ads for towns named to a “Best Places to Live “ list. The lawn was manicured, the hedges trimmed, the only indication that it was the site of a dog reunion were the signs. They were everywhere, directing you to the walkway along the side of the house.
I overheard Terri’s end of the phone conversation because I felt like eavesdropping. She sounded excited, but at the same time she was all business.
“Yes, I’d like to take a little more off the sides this time, but not too short. Does that make sense?”
It did and it didn’t to me, but no one was asking.
“It’s going to be a blast,” she said. “There’ll be so many new faces, but old faces too, know what I mean? It’s kind of hard to explain.”