At sunrise, before Mass, I’d taken him for his morning walk. We’d gone down the hill toward the wash, stopping now and then at the curb between properties, so that he could investigate the soil with his nose. One vehicle that we’d heard approaching from a long way off slowed as it passed us and a woman in the driver’s seat, whose window was rolled down, put her hand out and waved at us and said, “Hi Blue!” and kept going, before I’d had a chance to respond. I don’t know who she might have been, I guess a neighbor who must have met Blue on one of all the other walks he has been on with my mother. The woman herself had been wearing sunglasses, I remember noticing, I don’t know why. You always notice at least one thing during a very brief interaction.