"Yes, it probably would," said Sally, smiling. "And I can deliver the dogs to the customers in the mornings when I exercise the animals. That way dad won't suspect anything. Hell, he'd probably shit if he ever found out I had expanded his business in this manner."
"Wonderful," said Ann. "And as payment for my assistance, all I want is the biggest dog you have at the kennel – twice a week."
"Agreed," said Sally.
And they shook hands on the deal.
CHAPTER TWO
"Oh, Daddy, don't look so gloomy this morning. Business can't be that bad."
"You're too young to understand, Sally. But my business is in serious trouble."
Sally stood behind her father as he sat at his desk, going over his business records. She was wearing her usual halter and cut-off jeans, and she had her long golden hair combed neatly down her back. To her, this was a beautiful summer morning and it promised many new and wonderful things.
To him, this was just another business day; and business, lately, was lousy. He sat with his chin in his palms, and his elbows on the desk top. He wore a suit and tie over his muscular body, and his wavy dark hair was neatly combed. But there were one or two wrinkles in his forehead, and a strained look on his otherwise handsome face.
"I told you, Daddy," said Sally, "everything will be all right soon. Business will brighten up. You'll see."
"But how can you be so sure?" he asked. "How do you know?"
She hesitated, then said: "I just know, that's all. We'll have plenty of money by the end of the month. And we'll probably be rich by the end of the year. Our luck will change."
"Yes, well, you're just a child. You can afford to believe in good luck and magic. But I'm an adult, and I have to face facts."