Muriel shook her head. ‘It’s hard to pull a comb through it.’
‘shouldn’t we let Edward up now?’ Macon asked anxiously.
Muriel snapped her fingers over Edward’s head. ‘Okay!’ she said, and Edward jumped up , barking
Edward learned to sit when Muriel pointed, and then it was Macon’s turn. He pointed to Edward’s rump. Edward stood fast. 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 a finger. Edward sat. Macon clucked. Then he straightened and backed away, holding out his hand, but instead of staying, Edward got up and followed him.