A Comforting Hand
Accepting the tissues from Betty, the little boy dried his face. Betty placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and spoke to him in a soothing tone, “Everything is okay.
The next time you see that dog, he will leave you alone. I guarantee it.” The boy nodded shyly, handing the used tissues back to Betty.
Unaware of the imminent trouble, she continued walking him closer to the front porch. Little did she know, she was about to walk face-first into a problem.