I had never been to Chicago, but it seemed like a good place to go on an adventure. And I had time for adventures now. I scratched behind Sally’s ears and kissed the top of her head. “Goodbye, you little terror. What kind of dog is she anyway?” “A schnauzer,” Lillian said. “If you’d told me I would miss that dog . . .” “She’ll be happy to see you,” Lillian promised. “She’s a wonderful judge of character.” I nodded. “That she is.”
