within a couple of days, word had gotten around about the woman with the
dog who wasn't there, because Geela took her invisible dog with her everywhere.
"Here, Fluff. Good Fluff. Stay,
just for a minute."
Then, if a car came along, it was
"Stay!" in a much sharper tone.
And then, "Good girl. Good
People began to wink at each other when she came along.
But not everybody. Bert Cummings,
at the general store, was not about to tell just anybody, but he could
almost swear he had seen a black dog, somewhere between smallish and midsize,
beside her. Kind of hazy, shadowy, with weird eyes.
He told this to Fran Perkins, who
was known to be strange. She wore gauzy dresses and long scarves. Her
sand-colored hair hung, wildly curly, around her shoulders. Outside her
door was a sign with a lilac hand. Curvy purple letters spelled out "palms
read". Golden stars twinkled just past the end of each finger.
Now, leaning forward on the counter
of the general store, she nodded at Bert. She had seen the dog too, she
let him know. "One brown eye, and one half-blue eye. And a tail held
high, almost as big as the dog. Fluffy tail."
Bert did not feel comfortable being
cozy like this with Fran, because he liked to think of himself as very
levelheaded and no-nonsense. But he was relieved as well. So he was not
the only one who had seen what he was sure could not be there.
other person had seen the dog - Doug Janoschevic, and he knew better
than to talk about it. Biking down main street with Ron Hawkins, he had
seen a smallish black dog with a white splash on its chest and a huge
bushy tail, looking right at him, smiling a dog smile, tongue out on one
side, eyes keen. The splash looked like a bird flying off. The dog wasn't
looking just at him, but at everyone. Doug looked back, slowed down fast.
Ron almost plowed into him, "Hey,
dorkface, watch where you're going." Then, "What is it?"
The dog was sitting, ears upraised,
eyes eager, beside a woman wearing jeans.
Ron took a look, saw a woman looking
in a shop window. "Hey, nutcase, are you looking at that? She's old
enough to be your mother."
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