Edward stayed, but gave a short bark every few seconds. Muriel didn’t seem to hear, and began to talk about herself. Macon wondered how long she expected Edward to sit there.’ When I was a little girl, I didn’t like dogs at all, can you belive that? All I was interested in was how to change the way my hair looked. My natural hair is real straight and now look at it! I had it done and it made it so frizzy I can’t even brush it.’ ‘may be you could just comb it,’ Macon suggested. Muriel shook her head.’ it’s hard to pull a comp though it.’ ‘Shouldn’t we let Edward up now?’ Macon asked anxiously. Muriel snapped her fingers over Edward’s head. ‘Okey!’ she said, and Edward jumped up, barking
Edward learned to sit when Muriel pointed, and then it was Macon frowned, and pointed more fiercely. He felt foolish. ‘Push him down,’ Muriel said. Macon leaned one crutch against the wall, and bent stiffly to push Edward’s rump with finger. Edward sat. Macon clucked. Then he straightened and backed away, holding out his ‘Ssss,’Muriel said, between her teeth. Edward sat down at once. ‘He doesn’t take you seriously,’ she said.