“I wanted to help,” Sassy said simply. “And I ended up making myself feel great.”
“For the record,” Marion said, wiping tears from her cheeks, “you were never selfish. You are probably the most giving person I’ve ever met.”
“What do you think of the plaque?” The sign was still at the front door, on the stoop. Tom had leaned it against the wall. “We wanted to put it by the door, but the tradesmen couldn’t get here in time. We’ll put it up this week.”
“?‘Marion’s Welcome Home.’?” Her friend sighed, then she opened her arms and squeezed Sassy tight. “I am truly honoured, my friend.”
“I wish my dad could see this.”
They both stood back and looked past the trees and gardens, beyond the big front door with its shining brass knob, then up to the windows, where the setting sun still sparkled.
“Oh, Sassy,” Marion said softly. “He sees you. And he is so, so proud of you.”
