"Good idea," Tracey said. She carried the plates and silver wear to the table, setting them out with automatic grace. Her mother may have not done much mothering, but she had been very insistant that empty form be followed even if there was only cold canned food on the plate.
She opened her purse and pulled out a bag of dog food and his bowl. "Jock," she said simply and the puppy charged to her side. "Don't choke," she laughed as he gulped at this food with puppy-ish abandon.