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Newfoundland stopped licking her ear and rested its head on her knee and

Nora felt – well, not happy exactly, but not depressed either.
And yet, as she watched Ryan Bailey tell his on-screen love interest that
‘Life is for living, cupcake’ while simultaneously being informed by Dylan
that he was thinking of letting another dog sleep in his bed (‘He cries all

night. He wants his daddy’), Nora realised she wasn’t too enamoured with
this life.
And also, Dylan deser ved the other Nora. e one who had managed to
fall in love with him. is was a new feeling – as if she was taking someone’s

place.
Realising she had a high tolerance for alcohol in this life, she poured
herself some more wine. It was a pretty ropey Zinfandel from California. She
stared at the label on the back. ere was for some reason a mini co-

autobiography of a woman and a man, Janine and Terence ornton, who
owned the vineyard which had made the wine. She read the last sentence:
When we were first married we always dreamed of opening our own vineyard
one day. And now we have made that dream a reality. Here at Dry Creek

Valley, our life tastes as good as a glass of Zinfandel.
She stroked the large dog who’d been licking her and whispered a
‘goodbye’ into the Newfoundland’s wide, warm brow as she le Dylan and
his dogs behind.