by Rushell Ann
Chapter 8
Grandfather
We ran for almost an hour; I hadn’t realized how far we had actually gone away from the cabin. When you’re a dog and running, you just seem to glide, distance isn’t measured the same.
I hoped that Sully isn’t too worried about us, I can’t imagine how bad this has freaked her out. Even though she seems tough, she has a very sensitive side that no one really knows about. I remember once when we had a project at school we had to help some kids out that were living in an orphanage. Sully almost refused to go. She tried every excuse in the book until Mr. Hall told her that if she didn’t show up that day she would fail the class. She did show up and was put in charge of the horse shoe toss. We wanted to do some sort of fair type games for the kids. It was a fund raiser to make sure the kids had funding for the year, not that our small fair would touch their budget, but we all did our best. I watched Sully a few times when I wasn’t surrounded by kids asking me to paint their faces. Sully had gone over and encouraged a girl to come do the horse shoe toss. The girl ended up winning a few prizes, and by the end of the day, the necklace that Sully had given her as one of the prizes was like a jewel that be cherished. She wouldn’t leave Sully’s side until the bus came to take them home. If you were to ask Sully about that day she would tell you it was worse than having her finger nails pulled out being around all those snotty noised kids.
When we got back to the cabin, Sully was sitting on the stair listening to her music.
“So, you guys finally decided to come back, I thought you were only going for a little walk in the forest,” she said with a little sarcasm. Her body language said that she could care less if we were gone awhile but I knew inside she was screaming with worry.
“Sully, it’s really good to see you too. And it was only supposed to be a little run actually, but something happened out there and then I was a falcon, and there was this lady, and then the horse and well it’s really tiring to think about.” I said as I sat next to her on the stairs. I watched Logan go and lay on the porch; I think he wasn’t ready to give up protecting me for the day yet.
“You turned into a falcon, and a horse. Well it’s good to see you back as your old self, how did you manage that one,” she asked with her mouth hanging open.
“No, not a horse, the horse was the one that, oh I’ll tell you whole story, let’s go inside, I’m really tired,” I said as I got up to go inside.
Logan and I told them both what happened over the last half of the day. Thornton laughed a few times, but I don’t think Sully found it amusing in the least bit. Thornton was intrigued at who we met; he seemed to know who she was.
“Well it sounds like you all are going to have a very busy day tomorrow, so we should all head to bed, but I will be up early cooking some breakfast. Are there any requests for breakfast? I was thinking about making French toast and bacon, if that’s alright,” Thornton asked as we all stood up to go to bed.
“That sounds wonderful, Thornton, and thank you for being such a great host,” I said as I walked up stairs to find the bedroom that I was directed to by Thornton.
We all found rooms with beds and slept, except Logan. I was laying in my bed and Logan was laying at my side and I had a feeling he wasn’t sleeping.
“Logan what’s wrong, why aren’t you sleeping.” I asked as I turned towards him knowing he was awake. I could hear his dog breathing.
“I just can’t seem to sleep, am I disturbing you?” he asked. I could hear from his tone that something was on his mind.
“No, but I am worried about you, you’ve been quite ever since we left Sydney’s. Is there something on your mind that you want to share?” I asked, I leaned over the bed so I could see him better.
“No, I’m fine, just get some rest. I do think we're going to have a very long day tomorrow,” Logan laid his head down on his paws.
Even though he wouldn’t talk about it, I could tell that there was something wrong, was he tired of being with me, was there something he wasn’t telling me?
