What was he doing calling her here at home, in a rainstorm? After all these weeks.
Well, she thought, I have nothing left to fear from him or any of them. Why not?
"It's raining," she said. "This had better be fast."
And she hung up the phone.
"Who was that, honey?" Nina asked. "I hope it wasn't anybody I know. You were somewhat abrupt."
"Mom, they deserved whatever they got, and it's no big deal. But I think I'm going to take Knickers out. She's making me nuts."
Ally couldn't focus on what had just happened. He had a lot of nerve. On the other hand, she loved to be down by the river when it was this way, shrouded in pastel mist.
"Honey, it's raining cats and dogs," Nina declared. "You're apt to catch your death."
"No, Mom, it's letting up now. I'll be all right, really." She was digging out her tan raincoat and rubber galoshes from the closet by the door. Knickers immediately realized what was up and began a dance of joy, barking as she raced to find her leash.
"Come on, honey," Ally said, taking the braided leather. "I want you close to me."