Three hours later, Paul, Kate, and Ruby sit at the dining table over a meal of bow-tie pasta—multicolored to amuse Ruby—sauced with pesto Paul made from the last of the basil. He is bereft and would rather not speak and so it has fallen to Kate to explain Shep’s absence to Ruby, and she tells the story of the dog’s miraculous reunion with his owner in such a way that Ruby is actually happy.
“This house needs a dog,” Kate says. “This family needs a dog. I never thought I’d hear myself saying that, but it’s true.”
“We could get another dog,” Paul manages to say.
Ruby looks at them, her eyes bright with gratitude. “I want one like Shep, though,” she says.
“They’re all a little bit like Shep,” Paul says.
“Maybe a smaller version,” Kate says. She is already thinking about shipping the poor beast to Europe—and doing it soon.
“Oh, I forgot,” Ruby says, her voice rising. A bit of her old theatricality is returning. “Mr. Wexler wants to know if you can come to our class and talk to everyone.”
“Who’s Mr. Wexler?” Kate asks. “Your new teacher?”
“Only for social studies. Our fall unit is religions of the world. We don’t just do the regular ones. And after class he told me you can come to talk to the whole class.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Kate says, “I don’t know. I’m not an expert. It was just that one book.”
Paul looks up from his food. “We could go to the Windsor SPCA and find a nice dog who needs a home.”
“That’s a good idea, baby,” Kate says, reaching across the table and grazing his arm with her fingers. “We can drive over there tomorrow.”
“One that doesn’t look like Shep,” Paul says.
“But I have school,” Ruby says.
“Maybe after school,” Paul says. He thinks of those dogs in their cages and the idea of saving one of them lifts his spirits for a moment.
“We’ll make a nice home for him,” Kate says.
Home. Paul looks around the room, at the grain of the plaster on their ceiling, the lingering light in their windows, the pale paint on the walls, the faces before him, Ruby, Kate, and his hands on the table. “I don’t think I ever believed that something like this was even possible,” he says.
“Oh, Paul,” Kate says, her voice catching.
“Uh-oh,” Ruby says.
“What is it, sweetie?” Kate asks.
“There’s a birdy fairy angel on the wall.”
“Oh no, Ruby,” Kate says. “Not this again.”
Ruby doesn’t bother to defend herself. She simply points at the mirror on the wall, and both Kate and Paul obligingly turn around. Colored lights blue and red dance in the beveled glass around the mirror’s border. Amazed, and believing for one moment that an angel really is on its way, Paul says, “Will you look at that?” He stands up and touches the flickering glass, red and blue, red and blue, until the mirror itself fills with the reflection of a squad car rolling up to the house, its emergency lights urgently spinning, though the car itself is moving slowly, in no particular rush.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
A novelist is essentially a lone wolf, and every working hour is spent in solitude. However, experience has taught me when and where to look for help, and now it’s time to thank four people who have given me comfort and aid: my agent, Lynn Nesbit; my editor/publisher, Dan Halpern; Tom McDonough; and Jo Ann Beard.
About the Author
SCOTT SPENCER is the author of nine previous novels, including A Ship Made of Paper, Waking the Dead, and the international bestseller Endless Love. He has written for Rolling Stone, the New York Times, the New Yorker, GQ, and Harper’s, and has taught writing at Columbia University, the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop, Williams College, and the Bard Prison Initiative. He lives in Rhinebeck, New York.
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