The waiter placed their wine glasses on the table. “Ladies, your lunch should be out shortly.” Carol smiled. “Thank you.” When the waiter was out of earshot Eunice said, “I need to borrow your granddaughter’s dog.” Carol crinkled her brows. “What?”“You heard me.”“You mean Barney?”“Is that the big one I see on the Facebook?”“I guess. He’s 120 pounds.”“Perfect, I need him.”“Why do you need a 120-pound dog?”“It’s a long story.”Carol waived a hand. “We’re seventy-five years old. We’ve got all day.” Eunice glanced around at the other tables and lowered her voice. “Well, you know that Jeannette who moved in a couple months ago?”“Yes.” “She walks her little rat past…