Julian stood up to go, and Macon struggled on to his crutches. Edward, hearing sounds of departure, went mad, barking and running about in the doorway, trying to prevent anybody from leaving. 'Edward, stop it' Macon shouted over the noise.
they move toward the front door, and when Edward tried to block it, Macon bent down to pick up the end of the leash and pull Edward away. When Edward felt the leash, he growled fiercely, turned and buried his teeth in Macon's hand.
'Whoa, there! Macon? Did he get you?' Julian said
Macon looked down at his bleeding hand. 'I'm alright'
'I wouldn't have a dog like that, I'd shoot him.' Julian said.
Edward was now sitting quietly, looking ashames. 'Why don't you go now, Julian, while he's clam' Macon said.
Julian slid through the door sideway, looking back at Edward. 'That is not a well dog' he said as he disappeared.
Macon tapped his way on his crutches to the kitchen and found Rose and Charles there with Porter, who had now return from his failed walk with Edward.
'Rose? Edward's given me a little sort of bite.' Macon said
the three of them turned to look at Macon's hand, which wad now hurting him quite a lot. 'Oh, Macon' Rose cried
' You need to get that properly cleaned,' Chales told him
'You need to get rip of that dog' Porter said
'it was an accident: Macon said 'He didn't mean any harm'
'Didn't mean any harm? Huh! You should get rid of him'
'I can't' Macon said
'Why not?'
They waited
'He's not a bad dog at heart,' Macon said. 'Just a bit excitable.' And he'd been Etah's
Ethan had brushed him, bathed him, rolled with him on the floor, played ball with in the yard. When Edward fell over the ball in his enthusiasm. Ethan's laugh rang out so high and clear, such a joyful sound floating through the summer evening.
'I just can't' Macon said
There was a silence.