When my phone rang, I
was up in the mountains near Kingman, Arizona at the memorial service for my
mother. It was snowing, seven inches on the ground and the air clotted with fat
snowflakes.
I peered at the screen,
not recognizing the number. “Hello,” I said.
“Do y’all have a dog
named Shadow?” the voice asked.
“Yes.” My heart started
to pound.
The lady was calling
from Virginia. Shadow, my
Published on April 12, 2015 00:00