They had met when his mother had gone out for the day, looking to their future she had told him as she drove away wearing her old grey gloves. George had sat waiting on the garden bench for this new Aunt to finish playing the piano, softly whistling and watching her cairn terrier chase insects. Max had chewed his way through a least two spiders and a fly and seemed permanently in a state of wonder, surveying every movement in the garden with a hope of further extinctions. George practised humming like a wasp in case the dog got bored and was pleased that every few minutes Max turned around checking up on him.