Lotta opened it. “What have you got there?” asked the dog. “Almond cake,” said Lotta, biting off a large piece.
The dog licked his lips. He could smell the almonds and the sugar and the eggs and the milk. He couldn’t remember the last time he had sat next to such a large piece of almond cake. Lotta chewed, swallowed and took another bite. The dog swallowed too. He wondered if he would be quick enough. He would jump up at the girl, she would drop the cake, and then he would grab the cake and run. Three seconds, thought the dog, maybe four.
“As the bus terminal Gogo sat down to rest. Malusi sat next to her with his feet up on the bench so that he could look at his new tackies. ‘You know, Glogo,” Malusi said softly, ‘these are vey nice red tackies.‘”