Travis shakes his head at the dog but reaches over to give him a quick pet. “Damn it, dog. You and her both.” “Him and me what?” I asked, intrigued by the vague statement. He shakes his head at me the way he did at the dog. “You and him both. Gonna ruin me.” I swipe away one more stray tear. “We don’t mean to ruin you.” “I know you don’t. Just makes it worse.” He murmurs the words, almost as if he’s talking to himself. He’s looking out onto the sloping dirt drive. I’m not sure exactly what he means, but it doesn’t seem like a bad thing. His tone and expression are fond. I figure I’ll take it.
