Marked
Lily Pulitzer.
The quaint little bell rang as we opened the old door, and the saleswoman seemed thrilled to have customers. She put down her paper and hurried over, and couldn’t have been more gracious.
I handed Rose to Caleb as I browsed, and the saleswoman was delighted.
“Wow, what a beautiful puppy,” I said, her eyes opening wide. “Is that a husky?”
Caleb smiled. “Something like that,” he said.
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