The Pie-Maker could never touch her again. Chuck's survival now depended on a delicate dance, a ballet of avoidance. The Pie-Maker took precautions to ensure Chuck felt safe at home. Slippers were worn, adorned with bells. Digby kept his eyes open to the hazards of touch, a canine proximity alert who could not only play dead... but could do so from experience. Neither the Pie-Maker nor Chuck could move without the other one knowing and to the Pie-Maker, it felt like home.
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