"You'd be able to answer that better'n me, Miss," Noon says, closing the book and turning his attention briefly to the dog snuffling his trousers, "H'lo there, friend. You come to hear the reading?" He lowers his free hand for a sniff and petting if it's allowed before turning back to Fifi, "Whatever it is, I'd be careful with somebody who seems like he don't have a problem turning his back on folks. Nothin' good comes from behavior like that."