I was leaving the farmer’s market when I ran into an old friend. It had been years since I’d seen her and, clearly, much had changed. She was married, had a son, and had just moved into a new house.
“We should go out for dinner and catch up,”she said.
“Great,”I said. I loved the idea of reconnecting after all these years.
“You’ll love Travis,”she said, referring to her hubby. “He’s a real foodie.”
“Let’s pick a date,”I said. Then, glancing over, noticed how her three year old son was completely smitten with my french bulldog Lulu. “Hey, your son seems to like Lulu.”
“Oh, he’s obsessed with dogs.”
“Do you have a dog?”
“Oh, no,”she replied. “Travis hates dogs.”
Travis hates dogs? She may as well have said “Travis steals from charities” or “Travis just got out of prison for killing someone he was trying to rob” or “Travis…
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