The owners of dogs related to wolves always say, ‘Ah Fido. Ah but my poor old Fido wouldn’t harm a fly.’
Well dogs don’t eat flies, do they? Unless they swallow one by accident.
The Olsen hounds stalked the Compound. All day and all night. Silently, on soft pads.
Mo imagined the dogs were keeping her under house arrest, like a political prisoner.
Even though I wished it was me she was married to, I was still hoping Mo would be happy ever after with Dermo Olsen. That was until the violence started.
I loved her that much.
Can you believe that?