“Sorry, sorry!” called Deloy. “He suddenly tore away from me.”
Levon grabbed the end of Lazarus’ leash as we went around to the front of the big rock. Lazarus kept trying to jump on Levon, as though he hadn’t seen him in forever. As though Levon needed saving. We’d gone swimming once at Sand Hollow State Park. Levon had pretended to drown, and Lazarus had bitten down on his watch and towed him back to shore.
Deloy looked more innocent and helpless than ever. He might not need our help and support, but he was getting it all the same. “Sorry! All of a sudden he just went ape. I couldn’t have held the leash if I tried.”
“I believe you,” said Levon as the three of us headed for the top of the trail. “A hundred and fifty pounds of giant teddy bear can be scary.”
Deloy pouted. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“No, I’m being serious! These dogs are strong. You didn’t have to wait for us, Deloy. You could’ve tied Lazarus to something.”
“I like waiting for you. It’s like I’m your personal Prospect.”
“His valet,” I added cheerfully.
“Right,” said Deloy. “It’s the least I can do for the kindness you’ve shown me.”
I mused. “Is it kindness when it’s not an effort? Or is it only kindness when it costs someone a lot?”
“It’s kindness either way,” said Deloy.