blanket agreement

The dog has shrunk, it has turned into a vicous little puppy dog, a yapping black thing. As if it were in the next room, the sound travelling through the space under doors, also echoing in from outside via the open windows.
But it is in another room today.
Good.
There are things to be done.
Go up and sand the door, wear the same old clothes as yesterday.
A stupid door, endless work. A new one would have been simpler. But not as nice.

And afterwards, read the demand from the brothers lawyer. A request to reliquish all future dealings, a wish to sign a waiver, a blanket agreement not to be involved in any future dealings.
Wonderment.
Just sign here so that you can be told that it is none of your business.
This sounds silly.
It is silly.

That dog in the next room is the same breed as Churchhills. And his growls are getting clearer.