Tuesday, November 1, 2011

I do not want your son to be found dead in a bathtub.

 You will be volunteering at the doggie-rescue place when you receive the phone call.   You will feel your face go numb as you ask "WHAT?" into the phone for the second time.

   You will drop the leash you were holding, and the dog you were walking, the crazy big one, will not run away, because animals can sense things.

You will say to yourself:   'I thought everything was better now.'     Your mind will go back to the last time you saw him, what you talked and laughed about.  You will remember that day and recall that he seemed happy.

   You begin to drive home, and your hands shake.   You turn the radio on, and then off, and then back on, but you can not find a station you want to listen to.  You feel like you are forgetting something.   You reach across to the passenger seat and feel around.  You left your purse back behind the counter of the doggie-place.    You pull the car over and adjust the rearview mirror to look at yourself.

  

  

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