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wondering about.”
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    â€œWill Dillon come to anybody who blows a dog whistle?”
    â€œNo, not unless they know the code.”
    â€œThis little dog knows codes?” Jack asked, looking astounded.
    â€œJust one, and I guess it can’t hurt to tell you. It’s three blasts on the dog whistle, a pause, and then two more blasts. That’s the only thing he responds to. Any other combination of whistles and he just sits there waiting.”
    â€œSmart.” Mike said.
    â€œVery smart,” Jack agreed, eyeing the bag of hamburgers on the counter. “Is there a hamburger for … what was his name again, son?”
    â€œDillon,” Herb told him.
    â€œRight. And it’s for Marshal Dillon. I keep thinking it’s Field Marshal Montgomery, but he’s British and my granddog’s not British. Dillon’s foreign, but he’s from Labrador.”
    Herb and Lisa laughed, and Jack looked pleased. “But he’s only half Labrador. The other half’s … what is it again?”
    â€œJack Russell Terrier,” Lisa told him, “and heaven only knows what else is in there.”
    â€œIt doesn’t matter. He’s a handsome guy.” Hannah went to the kitchen cabinet and took out a box of dog treats. “Can he have one of these, Herb?”
    â€œYes, but he won’t take it.”
    â€œWhy? Jon Walker’s dog, Skippy, just loves them.”
    â€œOh, Dillon would love one, but he won’t take it unless I say it’s all right. Go ahead and try to give it to him.”
    Hannah walked over to Dillon with the dog treat and held it out. “Here you go, Dillon. Have a treat.”
    Anyone watching could tell that Dillon wanted thetreat. He gave a soft little whimper, but he turned his head away.
    â€œTry again,” Herb said.
    â€œHere, Dillon.” Hannah waved the treat under his rose. “It’s really good and it’s yours.”
    Dillon turned his head away for the second time, and Herb gave a proud smile. Then he said to Hannah, “Okay, try it again. This time I’ll tell him it’s okay.”
    Hannah held out the treat. “Do you want this?”
    â€œIt’s okay, Dillon,” Herb said, and Dillon gently took the treat from Hannah’s hand.
    â€œThat’s
really
impressive,” Hannah said. “Do you train cats?”
    Everyone laughed, including Herb, who finally stopped chuckling enough to speak. “If you’re talking about Moishe, the answer is no. Moishe’s a very smart cat. If I tried to train Moishe, he’d end up training
me
!”
    â€œWhat’s the count?” Hannah asked at a few minutes past ten.
    â€œTwo hundred forty,” Lisa answered, picking up the last tray to come out of the oven and carrying it to the baker’s rack. “Do you think I should freeze these while they’re still warm?”
    â€œWait until morning,” Marge told her. “They’ll get ice crystals if you freeze them while they’re warm. Cover them with a sheet of wax paper until morning, and then wrap and freeze them.”
    Hannah stood up and stretched her back. “You’re the boss, Marge,” she said, wiping down the work surface. She stopped as she came to the apple peeler that Marge and Jack had brought with them. “Do you want to take this home with you?”
    â€œNo sense in that,” Patsy said, also standing and stretching. “We’re just going to use it tomorrow night. Can you stick it in that industrial dishwasher of yours and save it for us when we come down here tomorrow night?”
    â€œSure, but are you sure you want to do this again tomorrow?”
    Patsy laughed. “We’d better. Mrs. Mayor said she needed turnovers for the talent show, Casino Night, and Donkey Baseball. I figure that’s got to add up to seven hundred, maybe even a thousand.”
    â€œYou’re