Fabian smiled, although he didn't feel very much like doing that. He didn't want to be reminded of his ill-health, although it was always at the forfront of his mind. Sundays with their trips to the Church and his mother's grave were his only outlet to the world outside his Uncle's house. He glanced at Reuben, having been lost in his own thoughts. "Oh yes, quite. I'd love something new to read - although you may have to run your suggestions by Uncle first."
There are three Great Danes on It's Me or the Dog and I really want one. They are just beautiful and massive, although apparently have a short life-span.