- ! 'Then, as though I''d magically made him appear with my words, Dad walked in to
the café with Cupid on his leash.
And for the second time in two days, Cupid
began barking excitedly and pulled so hard on his leash that Dad had to let go.
But instead of running for me, as I would have expected, he made a beeline for Ms.
I stood up and rushed to Cupid, but Ms. Bates had already crouched
down and was receiving a bunch of very wet pug kisses. Her giggle made her sound
happier than I''d ever heard her.
Dad apologized and knelt down to pick up
Cupid. My little pug squirmed around happily, and planted one giant, definitely
germy, absolutely sweet pug kiss on my dad -- right on his mouth. With a glare,
Dad handed Cupid back to me, and wiped his face with his jacket sleeve.
so sorry," Dad said again to Ms. Bates. "Cupid has never done that! I assure you,
that dog was put through lots of training when he was a puppy. But I''m afraid my
daughter and Theo encourage that . . . unsanitary habit." He pulled one of his handkerchiefs
out of his jacket pocket -- Dad likes old-fashioned things too, which is probably
where I get it -- and Ms. Bates accepted it, blotting at her face where Cupid had
"It''s no problem," Ms. Bates said to Dad with a big smile.
froze. Something in her voice and expression made me realize: Cupid had just done
Except this time, it seemed like Cupid had chosen a match for my