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Caro wasn't used
to anyone talking about ghosts, let alone ghost dogs. Also, not that many
grownups talked to her like another grownup, even though she was already
thirteen – thirteen and three weeks, to be exact.
decided to act as if this was a regular everyday way for two people to
talk. "So how long has Fluffers been dead, exactly?"
years," replied Geela. "It will be five years next week. She's
always been most present around her birthday."
it's the day she got born into being a dead dog," smiled Geela, then
continued, "And something always happens."
With that, Geela looked far,
far away, and stayed that way for a long time. When she stopped looking
into that distant place, Caro was still there. "I'm here for Fluffer's
birthday. Two weeks for just the two of us. One week before her birthday
and one week after. It's the first time I'm doing this. Because this year
is even more special than the others. It's good-bye." She didn't
say more. Caro could see tears in Geela's eyes.
Good-bye. Fluffers still loves to be with me, by my side, but we both
know it's time for her to go. I feel her pulling away, longing to race
free. Maybe also, this is closer to the time she would have died, had
there been no accident, and so now she is ready to go. And I am getting
ready to let her go."
And then Caro saw it …
not the dog, but a black sweatshirt dragging across the grass, one arm
lifted as if held by someone, someone not very big, the sleeve dented
at the elbow as if squished between a dog's teeth. Geela saw it too. "Fluffers!"
she said in a mock-stern voice. The sweatshirt dropped immediately into
an inert pile. "Now where were we?" Geela tried to remember
what she had been saying.
could not take her eyes off the sweatshirt – for good reason, it
turned out. One sleeve of the sweatshirt was soon picked up again, and
the sweatshirt continued on its way toward the house, stopped at the top
of the stairs, dropped into a heap.
caught Caro staring. This time she did not say, "Fluffers!"
She just laughed. "Yes, that's Fluffers.
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Meg, Jon and Myra Face a Cold and Rainy Day
Jon sat, as if caught in a spell. He was listening. Myra was listening too. Her broth and cousin were listeners.
Meg was not a listener. She loved to read.
And to imagine. Now she imagined that it wasn't Caro who saw the sweatshirt moving across the lawn, but her.
What would she do? Would she be scared? Would she think it was a trick?
Or would she be more magic than Caro, who couldn't see the ghost dog?
Meg - short for Nutmeg, though she told no one her real name -
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