The Dogs, a Kingship There Ever Was

After the fight with Luther and Bob, his friend Bob, a kingship there ever was one. She'd gone outside for a breath of air but found herself going off down the street in whatever direction her feet seemed to want to take her. The dogs didn't bark. They were out back in the fenced-in yard having committed some sort of crime and that made them unsure of themselves. Timit, they were timid. And when she held out her hand the big one came up to the fence and licked it, his tongue working at her fingers like a warm washcloth. This time the front door was locked.