Fluffy, the woman inferred the dog was a female – Friday Fiction
He hesitated a moment then typed in the name “Fluffy.” The woman
inferred the dog was a female—the e-mail read “took her to the vet”,
“she had a microchip”—but it was probably best to use a generic name
good for either male or female.
He started typing again.
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I am delighted to learn that your vet discovered the microchip in
Fluffy. My fiancée has been searching for her for well over a
month, and this will most certainly be welcome news. If you will
send me the name of the vet you work with, I can arrange for
them to crate and ship the dog to me. To thank you for taking
such good care of Fluffy, I’d like to send you a token of my
appreciation, so please also include your address.
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He pressed Send. I knew exactly what he was thinking. Nowhere in
the e-mail had he actually lied—well, with the single exception of giving
Fluffy a name. He had not said send her “home,” nor had he said it was
his dog or Lindsay’s dog. He had simply said they’d been searching for
her. Okay, he did call Lindsay his fiancée and that was a stretch, but
perhaps in time…
For once Lindsay is right. This one is a man with principles.
I watched as Matthew leaned back in his chair and began waiting.
That day he checked his e-mail seventeen times. He found plenty of
messages: dog food specials, breeder notices, volunteer requests.
Everything but an answer from Jayne Rayner.
Later that night as he sat on the sofa alongside of Lindsay, I knew it
was all he could do not to mention the e-mail. He was afraid there was a
remote chance it wouldn’t work out. I can assure you it will, but you’ll
have to wait to learn about Matthew’s plan.
The next morning Matthew arrived at the office a full hour earlier
than was necessary.