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Authors: J. R. Rain

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I like veggie burritos,” she said. And to her credit, she was attacking it energetically, despite the distraction of the whimpering dog in the next room.


Since when?”


Since forever.”


I’ve never seen you order a veggie burrito before. Chicken, yes. Beef, yes. Carnitas, yes. Even lobster.” I shuddered slightly at the thought. Years ago, I had tried it. Hideous.


Okay, okay, I ordered it today because...it seemed like a good idea. Maybe you’re rubbing off on me. But don’t expect a complete change. I like my meat.”

I nodded, pleased for some reason. I took a big swig of beer. “Well, as long as you know I’m not encouraging you one direction or the other. What you eat is up to you.”


Agreed,” said Cindy, then looked over at me, then laughed. “It’s hard to take you seriously when you’re sporting a foam mustache.”


Being taken seriously is overrated.”

She used a napkin to wipe my upper lip. “The burrito just sounded...good. And kind of healthy.”


They are good and healthy,” I said.


Just as long as you don’t expect me to suddenly...convert,” she said.


It’s not a religion. If anyone should know that, it’s you.”


I like my fish,” she said.


Good for you.”


Sometimes I like chicken.”


I understand that.”


I don’t want to feel guilty if I eat it in front of you.”


No guilt,” I said.


Sometimes I’ll order vegetarian,” she said. “But only sometimes.”


Sometimes is good.”

She took another bite, and washed it down with some wine. “So when do I get to meet Jimmy Junior?”


That’s up to him,” I said.


And he still hasn’t come out of the closet?”


Not yet.”


What does he do if you get too close to him?”


Growls at me...and means it.”


And where’s he going to the bathroom?”


Let’s just say I can kiss my deposit goodbye. And a lot of shoes as well.”

She nodded. “So he’s yours now?”


It’s the only way I can guarantee he’ll never be hurt again.”


And what if he never comes out of the closet?”


Then he will be safe in that closet forever.”

She nodded and set aside her wine. “A better life, at least, than what he had.”

I agreed. I drank more beer and listened to Junior’s whimpering. I had spent the better part of the past few days sitting on the floor across the doorway of my spare bedroom, reassuring Junior whenever he whimpered. I spent my time reading the newspaper and working the crosswords. Sometimes I sat quietly and closed my eyes and listened to the street sounds outside. I brought him water and food, but as far as I could tell, he had yet to eat or drink.

The vets who had sedated and removed the hooks from Junior in Mexico had also been kind enough to wash and shampoo him. Granted, not so kind as to work out his many tangles, but I was hoping to get to that someday. They had given him all his shots, and given me some pain medication. They also gave me a sort of doggie Prozac that I hadn’t used yet, but was tempted to.

Shortly, Cindy and I finished our dinners and retired to the living room where I had DVR’d some movies. We were halfway through a brain twister about dreams within dreams that I was beginning to think made no sense, when I heard a noise from the hallway. Cindy, whose head had been on my lap, perked up. She had heard it, too.


Is that—”


Shh.”

She shushed, and now I could hear the claws on the wood floor. Hesitant at first. Actually, hesitant throughout. One slow step at a time. One slow, painful step at a time.

I slowly...ever so slowly...turned my head...and saw the most pitiful creature I had ever seen in my life. Junior could barely stand, his leg muscles having atrophied in the cage. The little guy was shaking as bad as ever, or even worse.

He saw me looking at him, and let out a small noise. Cindy caught her breath. We both didn’t dare to move.

He stood there looking at me, shaking and swaying. The slightest wind would have knocked him over. He seemed to be in pain, his body hunched. The wounds in his paws had been thoroughly cleaned and bandaged, but the bandages didn’t last very long. He had worked them off within hours.

I smiled at him, and softly said, “It’s okay, boy.”

He made another sound. Cindy sat up slowly. Ever so slowly.

Junior stood there at the living room entrance, shivering and swaying and panting. I had no doubt that he was thirsty. And then something amazing happened. Something so damn amazing that I nearly wept.

The little booger took a step toward me. Cindy gasped again. Or maybe squealed. Junior’s ears perked a little.

But he kept coming toward me...slowly, haltingly, painfully.

He limped on both front legs and a new anger arose within me, an anger that did me no good now, so I beat it back.


Come on, boy. It’s okay.”

And he kept coming until he stood uncertainly before us. He eased back a little, taking some of his weight off his front paws. I could still see some blood caked on at the back of his whitish paws. Doggie stigmatas.

I carefully held out my hand.

Junior nervously leaned forward, sniffed it instinctively. He looked at my hand, then up at me, then he rested his furry jaw in my open palm.

Next to me, I heard Cindy crying softly.

Girls.

 

 

 

Chapter Thirty-three

 

             


If you ask me,” I said, “all you have to do is look an animal in the eye to know they have a soul.”

Jack nodded thoughtfully. “I can buy that.”


But am I right?”


I’ll leave that to you to decide.”


Animals either have a soul or they don’t,” I said. “Which is it?”


Which do you believe it is?”


I believe animals have a soul.”

Jack nodded. “A sound belief.”


But you will not confirm or deny,” I said.


It’s not my job to confirm or deny,” said Jack.


And what’s your job?” I asked.


To allow.”

We were at McDonald’s on a warm Saturday afternoon. The jungle gym was rocking. The drive-thru line wrapped halfway around the building. McDonald’s must be doing something right. Jack was looking as homeless as ever. He wore a tattered and stained windbreaker, holey jeans. Mismatched sneakers and different-colored socks.

I drank some Coke, snacked on some fries. After a few moments, I said, “I’m a vegetarian now.”


I can see that.”


But is that the right way to live?”

He sipped some of his coffee. “It is dangerous ground, Jim, when others determine what is right.”

Somehow I knew he would say this. “So it is up to the individual to define what is right?”


Always.”


But what if their right is wrong?”


Then who’s to determine what is right or wrong?”


You, of course,” I said.

He looked up at me. Steam from his coffee made some of the dirt on his jaw waver a little. “I know you, Jim. You do not react well when someone tells you to do something.”


I follow the laws of the land,” I said. “For the most part.”


Do you agree with the laws?”

I shrugged. “Most.”


And what would happen if you didn’t agree with what I determined was right or wrong?”


I would say, who am I to question God?”


But I
want
you to question God, Jim. I want you to question everything.”


Why?”


Because the answers you receive will define who you are, and how you will live, and how you will treat others.”


But not everybody will come up with the same answers.”


That’s the point, Jim.”


So there are no wrong answers?”


None.”


But what if my answers hurt others?”

Jack sat back and held his coffee in both hands. His hands, I saw, were filthy. There was even dirt caked under his nails. God had dirt under his nails?


Hurting others is a delicate business, Jim.”


What do you mean, exactly?”


Quite simply: do what you want to yourself. But the moment you cause harm to another—or discord of any type—you will need to reestablish a balance.”

I was about to stuff some fries in my mouth. I paused about an inch or two away from my mouth. “What, exactly, does that mean?”


It means there’s a cause and effect in place, or a law of compensation.”


You’re talking about karma,” I said.


Yes,” he said, smiling at me. He always smiled. “Karma is another word for it.”


Most people believe karma is a load of crap.”


Karma works whether one believes it’s a load of crap or not.”

Now I smiled at hearing Jack say the word crap. “Kind of like the Law of Attraction.”

He nodded. “Yes, it’s always working. Always in place. Remember, every experience in life has a former cause. And every current experience will result in a future cause. I do not tell people how to live, but causing harm to another, or discord of any type, will be returned to you. It must be.”


To re-establish a balance,” I said.

He nodded. “Right. One must experience what one causes another to experience.”


Why?”


It is the only way to true growth, Jim. Everyone must eventually understand what the effect of his own creation is upon the rest of the life in your world.”


You said life,” I said. “You did not just say people.”


Indeed,” he said.


So if one causes harm to another living creature...”


One is compelled to understand the effects of his harm...even on animals.”


Who compels?” I asked.

He smiled again. “The laws of the Universe, Jim.”


And who put these laws into place?”


Perhaps,” he said, winking. “That can be a question for another time.”

 

 

 

Chapter Thirty-four

 

 

I was in my office with Junior when the phone rang.

He was lying on a doggie bed near my chair. Now that he had come out of the closet, he didn’t want to leave my side. I didn’t blame him. Being by my side was a good place to be.

Junior jumped at the sound, and then settled down again. His paws were healing. Only a slight discoloration now showed in the fur. I had spent the bulk of my morning sitting by the doggie bed and brushing out his fur, although sometimes I had to cut the knots out, too. He was a true ragamuffin. Part poodle, part long-haired terrier, part anything mangy and not very cute.

Except, to me, he was cute as can be.

I picked up the phone on the third ring. “Knighthorse.”


Is this Jim Knighthorse?”


Would be a hell of a coincidence.”


Yeah, right.” There was a pause. The guy on the phone was young, maybe twenty. Sounded like a surfer dude. “I, um, have one of your flyers.”

I sat up a little. “What about it?”


Look, I have some information about Mitch Golden. But no cops, okay?”


Okay.”


Are you free now?” he asked.


As a bird,” I said, and we made arrangements over the phone where to meet. When we hung up, I looked down at Junior. “You up for a road trip?”

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