Doug suddenly noticed the woman. She was intent on something
in a shop window. The dog was still
looking right at him, ears up, as if waiting for something. "Not her.
With that, Doug realized it was, once
again, time to be careful. The dog was in full sight – to him, anyway.
"I thought I saw a dog."
"Yeah, sure thing, dweebcase. You've
got your taste, I've got mine." With that, Ron guffawed and pulled ahead.
Caro had never seen
Geela's dog, though she lived right next door to Pirate's Den. And she didn't
see it now, though Geela was laughing and saying, "Fluffers. Fluffery.
Flufferduff." Geela was turning round and round, looking at something,
as if at a dog racing round and round her.
Geela looked normal. Jeans. A t-shirt.
Bare feet. Hair back in a short ponytail. Caro had seen lots of grownups like
that. Her face looked normal too, with eyes that seemed to really see you.
Caro tried to imagine that Geela's dog
was real, that even if she couldn’t see the dog, that she could see
the wispy dry grass waving as if a dog was whizzing through it. Her imagination
wasn't strong enough. Her mind told her she was seeing the wind blowing the
grass. She sighed regretfully. She would have loved the sight of a ghost dog,
at least in broad daylight. It would have made a good story – not that
there was anyone to tell it to, these days.
Then Geela was looking
straight at her. She had stopped turning, all of a sudden. "When you
keep a spirit with you," she said, "You have to take care of it.
You have to love it, give it attention, or you've betrayed it in a deep way.
I couldn't let Fluffers go when she died. So now she is with me." She
saw Caro's face, polite but blank, and she smiled right at Caro. "You
don't see her, do you?"
Caro wondered if she should tell the
truth. If she pretended, Geela would probably tell her more, and Caro liked
stories. But Caro had a hard time telling lies, so she went for the truth.
"Nope," she said. "I don't see her. I don't see anything. Not
neither do I," said Geela. "I have to be careful. Sometimes I get
busy and she fades. But soon I can feel she is …" here Geela paused
for words, "behind a dark glass, scratching at it, jumping at it, wanting to get out."
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