"Whoa!" cried a young woman, admiringly.
"Whoa!" yelped an older man, jerking back to avoid being touched.
"What," marveled a third bystander, "are you going to do with him?"
The woman with the black dog that had once been flaxen gave them all a look of humorous despair. She sighed comically. In fact, the element of humor was a put-on. Inside, she was despondent. She wanted to rebel. She wanted...