She walked into the house with the dog right behind her. She closed the door but had only taken a few steps when she heard a knock on it. She went back and found Berg standing there, appearing a bit disgruntled. “What are you doing?” she demanded, in no mood. “Get in here.” “You closed the door in my face.” She headed toward the kitchen. “Not on purpose.” “That does not make me feel better. Especially when you made sure the dog got in.”
