"MAX---Max you stop that right now!"
Emmeline frowned pitifully as her dog bounded after a squirrel. She knew how he worked by now; he found a squirrel, he chased the squirrel up a tree, and then sat at the base of the tree until she called him back to put him on the leash (or, until she yanked his leash because sometimes he wrenched it right out of her hands). Max was sitting scarily still at the tree, nose lifted nearly up to the sky as he watched the squirrel.
Well, whatever. That meant she could get some reading done. If her dog wanted to be an expert squirrel hunter, then let him have his fun. Emmeline shifted her bag to her other shoulder to make her way to a shady bench when she heard the familiar voice of Bertram Aubrey--or maybe not so familiar, since he wasn't slinging any pick-up lines.
"Helloooo," Emmeline cooed as she came close enough, dropping her bag quickly to the ground to sit on the pink blanket. This was eerily similar to a chance meeting with Bertram she'd had last summer, but now that she was friends with the boy and knew that this wasn't his cousin, well--things settled easier.
"You are doing a fantastic job, he looks so much better already," she said to Amissa as if she could understand.
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