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If it smells like a dog, it’s gonna be a bitch to sell.

The pony rushed the door, dragging Dannie and the kids into the foyer. Dannie dropped the leash, and the animal bounded past her and into the kitchen.

“What was that thing?” Cecilia said.

“The dog. What else?”

“That was a dog? It looks big enough to ride.”

“He is,” said Richard. “I ride him all the time. Right, Mommy?”

Dannie plunked the twins down on the floor. “Keep an eye on them for a minute,” she said to Cecilia. “I have to go out to the car to get Quincy’s stuff.”

“What? His saddle and feedbag?”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.”

She hadn’t said it to be funny.

Quincy leaped back into the foyer—a mass of writhing, shaggy tan fur—licked the twins’ faces and raced into the dining room, rattling the dishes in the china cabinet.

“What kind of dog is he?” Cecilia asked Richard.

He shrugged one shoulder. “A big dog.”

“No kidding.”

“He’s a big freaking moose,” Betsy said. “That’s what Mommy calls him.”

Dannie came back in, dragging a ten-pound bag of Doggie Bits and a large tote filled with dog bowls, toys, biscuits, leashes and brushes.

“I need all of that?”

“Probably not. But I packed everything, just in case…”

“Just in case what? In case you don’t ever come back for him?”

Dannie grinned. “You never know.”

Quincy hopped, elklike, through the foyer and up the stairs.

“Uh-oh. Brian’s up there.” Cecilia raced up the steps after the dog and saw him disappear into Brian’s room. In a few moments, Cecilia knew, Brian would be screaming. He didn’t handle surprises very well.

But when she reached Brian’s room, there he was, sitting on the floor with a puzzle, laughing as Quincy slobbered all over his face.

Would wonders never cease?

Cecilia watched them for a while, her heart aching with love for her son, and then went to sit beside him on the floor. “Brian, this is Quincy, my friend Dannie’s dog. Do you remember Dannie?”

Brian nodded.

“Dannie asked if we would watch Quincy for the weekend. Would you like that?”

“Uh-huh. Can I take him for a walk? Ethan takes his puppy for walks.”

“Of course you can. We’ll walk him together.”

“Can he sleep in my room? Ethan’s puppy sleeps in his room.”

“Umm. We’ll see, okay?”

“Okay.”

She left them and went back downstairs, where Dannie had Richard in a half nelson, attempting to pry a crystal Lalique ashtray out of his grasp while the twins screamed in unison on the welcome mat.

Betsy stood quietly in the corner, picking her nose.

Cecilia tickled Richard under the arms, and he let go of the ashtray.

“Thanks,” Dannie puffed.

“No problem. It seems like Brian and Quincy are going to get along just fine.”

“Good. Great. Where’s Ben? I thought he was coming for dinner.”

“He never showed up.”

“Maybe he’s just late. Out getting a present for Brian, or something,” Dannie said.

“Sure. And while he’s at it, he’ll probably run into Johnny Depp and bring him home for dinner.”

Dannie raised her eyebrows.

“Hey, if we’re going to have a fantasy here, it may as well be a good one.”

“Gotcha.” Dannie picked up the twins and tucked one under each arm. “By the way, whatever you do, don’t leave Quincy alone. He eats things. He has a preference for shiny metal objects.”

“Okay. So what am I supposed to do with him when I have to leave the house?”

Dannie shrugged. “Take him with you.” She bussed Cecilia on the cheek. “Listen, I really appreciate this. I hope he won’t be too much trouble.”

From upstairs they heard a crash and a thump.

Cecilia felt a shooting pain behind her right eye. “I’m sure he won’t be any trouble at all,” she said.

CECILIA LAY like a deflated birthday balloon on the family room couch after a very long evening with Quincy and Brian, who were both finally asleep on Brian’s bed.

She heard the front door open, and a few moments later Ben walked into the kitchen.

She really should have had the locks changed.

“Where were you?” she said.

Ben shrugged.

She sat up. “Brian was asking about you all evening. Wondering where you were.”

“Yeah, well. Something came up.”

“Like what? What could be more important than this?”

“Lay off, Cecilia. I couldn’t make it, okay? I have a lot on my plate.”

Cecilia followed Ben into the kitchen. He took a beer out of the refrigerator, twisted the cap off and flicked it into the sink—a behavior that dated back to his days as a bachelor. Once when they were dating, she’d found twenty-seven beer caps in his sink. He hadn’t actually washed a dish in it for three weeks.

That should have told her something about his motivation level.

“I don’t get you,” she said. “What could possibly be more important than your son coming home?”

Ben leaned a hip against the counter and took a swig of his beer. “I just…I didn’t want to see him, okay?”

The moisture completely evaporated from Cecilia’s mouth. “You what?”

“I didn’t want to see him. I don’t know what to say to him. How to act.”

“You act like his father.”

Ben shook his head. “You know damn well that doesn’t work with Brian.”

“Because you yell at him for things he can’t help. He’s just…he’s different. He’s sensitive.”

Ben looked down at his shoes. “I can’t do it, Cece.”

The blood pulsed behind Cecilia’s eyes. Coursed through her veins. This had to be what David Banner felt like just before he turned into the Incredible Hulk and twisted a city bus into a piece of modern art. “Jesus, Ben. He’s your son.”

Ben was silent.

She rubbed her temples. “What am I supposed to say to all of this? I don’t understand.”