Japheth
I could see that something was wrong the moment Regina came into the house. Although her face was neutral, there was something about the way she carried herself, the stiff set of her shoulders, the lack of energy in her step, a dullness in her eyes that alerted me that her mood was low.
Otis, too, seemed to know that something was wrong. He groaned as he pulled his big body off the floor and went to her immediately, giving her the snuffle test, sniffing her all around, especially around her burgeoning belly, like he was concerned that something might be wrong with the baby. His slobbery muzzle left big, dark smears of saliva around the waist of her dark pink baby-doll top. To her credit, she wasn’t even phased by the slime. She absently stroked his ears and then pushed his
