'See that?’ Muriel said cheerfully. ‘ When they lick their lips, it's a sign they're giving in.’
Macon stood up. He was shaking. 'Don't you ever, ever do that again. In fact, don't even bother coming again.'
There was a surprised silence.
‘Well, fine,’ Muriel said. ‘You want a dog you can't control? lf that's the way you feel, that's fine with me.’