Biscuit turned out to be enormous.Benjamin had spent the whole two-hour drive north building a picture of a small dog. He'd asked eleven times whether it would fit in his lap. Alex had answered patiently each time that he didn't know. Now the green door opened, and a grey wolfhound the size of a coffee table came through the gap with its whole body wagging.Benjamin went completely still in the doorway."Big," he said."Yes," Alex said quietly. "Very big.""Bigger than the park?"Daniel Webb, standing behind the dog with one hand on its collar, made a sound that might have been a laugh. "Not quite bigger than the park," he said. "But he thinks he is."That was all it took. Within ten minutes Benjamin was lying on the hallway floor with his arms around Biscuit's neck, explaining the sea to him in great detail. Daniel watched from the kitchen doorway with an expression I recognized. It was Alex's expression, the one that appeared when something mattered too much to be spoken about.Lun
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