My-wife-knot-my-dog Direct

(to Cordelia) That was billable.

Silence.

The doorbell rings. Arlo opens it.

Bruce sighs. Arlo pours a whiskey. DAY 2 – Arlo wakes up to Cordelia sitting on his chest, staring. He yelps. She does not move. He tries to shoo her. She licks his nose. He is horrified.

Deal.

His DOG, BRUCE (a loyal, muddy-pawed lab mix), drops a slobbery tennis ball at his feet. Arlo doesn’t move.

(quietly) I don’t want a divorce. I want a different knot. my-wife-knot-my-dog

She takes his hand. The same way she did fifteen years ago. Tentative. Hopeful.