answers to lifeâs most crucial questions: Why am I on earth? Whatâs the meaning of my existence? Whatâs going to happen when I die?
In her peripheral vision, however, Anna saw every blue inch of Jeffâs car move into the street. She was as aware of him as a compass needle is of north. But she wouldnât let him hurt her any more than he already had. She turned into the parking lot and left him in a cloud of dust.
Anna had expected Earnest to look downtrodden after inhaling smoke and burning his dear paw. But the sight of him in an ICU cage, too sick to get up and greet her, went beyond her expectation and made her feel desolate.
Though Dr. Nilsen had said he was giving Earnest IV fluids, she was not prepared for the dreadful IV bag and tube or the blue bandage over his catheter and shaved leg. For fear of alarming him, she tried not to shrink back at the white plastic cone fastened around his neck to keep him from chewing off the gauze around his paw. She might as well have been looking at his face through the large end of a megaphoneâand Earnestâs face was stricken.
He didnât seem stricken only for himself, though surely pain was mixed into his expression. His face also seemed stricken for her. His glazed eyes spoke frankly of his worry and distress: If Iâm stuck in this blasted cage, I canât protect you. Iâm not living up to my responsibilities. Iâm sorry . As if to underscore his regret, Earnest flopped over, and his cone banged against the cage wall.
âOh, Earnest. Itâs okay.â Anna sank to her knees and reached inside to pet him. When he tried to lick her hand, his cone hit her wrist.
This cone is a satanic invention, said his dark look.
âDonât worry, Sweetie. You wonât have to wear it forever.â Anna stroked Earnestâs shoulder. âAnd you donât have to worry about me. Iâm fine. Honest.â Her first lie to her beloved dog.
Anna usually kissed Earnestâs forehead, but the cone made that impossible, so she kissed her fingertips and pressed them on his front paw. As she patted it, an arresting thought occurred to her. Maybe Earnest was also stricken because she had not come to visit him with Jeff. Earnest would have expected them together. Heâd want to see his family. Maybe he was as worried about that as about her.
I donât understand, said his crinkled forehead.
How could Anna explain?
She dared not trouble Earnest with her distress, which was probably seeping out of her in ill-smelling scarlet waves. She couldnât tell him that she and Jeff had not come here together because heâd shocked her to the core. Nor could she point out that she was worried sick about the house. The fire was not its only trouble. So was the threat of demolition.
Anna bit her lip. She would never burden Earnest. In order to heal, he needed peace, not strife. Yet surely he sensed that something highly disagreeable was happening. He was too smart not to read the signals.
âEverythingâs going to be fine. Youâll see,â Anna said.
The troubled cast in Earnestâs eyes said he was not so sure.
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In the waiting room, Dr. Nilsenâs fish were zipping around, showing off their vigor. But the doctor looked tired. Stubble shadowed his cheeks, and the edges of his eyes seemed blurryâsurely heâd seen too much injury and illness for one day. His shoulders looked stiff from lifting and cajoling dogs. He curled his fingers around his stethoscopeâs chestpiece and he leaned against the wall.
âYour boyâs doing pretty well,â he said. âHeâs a good patient.â
âHe looked sad,â Anna said.
âThatâs because he doesnât want to be here. Heâll perk up if he goes home.â
âIf?â The word fluttered in Annaâs throat like a frightened wren.
âHeâs still not out of the woods. Weâll watch him through
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