Chapter 8
Dave returned the greeting. Then he watched them get into their car and back out of the drive
He sank down on the couch on the deck. Cleo came onto the deck and jumped up to lay next to him, panting.
“What’s going on, Cleo? Mike and Julee look the same—but you and I? And they don’t even seem to notice.”
After sitting for some time, trying to make sense out of what he seemed to be experiencing, he got up and started to go back into the house and caught his reflection in the sliding glass door. There he stood—young, handsome, and built like he was thirty again.
Dave took a deep breath and went in. Cleo followed. “You want your breakfast?”
She gave a loud bark.
As he filled the bowl, he looked at the label on the dog food bag: Nutrosource—Senior Formula—for dogs seven plus.
“I wonder if you still need this?” he asked the dog as she obediently sat in front of him.