“Why would a guy think it was smart to drop his shoes exactly where he’d taken them off? He had big feet, too. And many, many pairs of shoes. Kate picked up the latest pair and chucked them just to the left of his closed bedroom door, where they joined a bunch of their kin. “If you want to develop a shoe-eating habit, I promise I won’t say a word,” she told Stella. “It would be a good payback for Matt getting you hooked on potato chips.” The dog was now a serious chip junkie. Even though she’d g...otten sick on them, she still sat longingly in front of the pantry cabinet, where Matt always kept his stash. Kate’s poodle had food issues on another front, too. Stella had been raised with an open supply of food. Kate would put kibble in her bowl in the morning and the poodle would graze at will. But now, the second Kate filled Stella’s bowl, glutton Chuck appeared, excited as if Thanksgiving had come around yet again. The instant Kate looked away, the chow was gone in one gulp.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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