She settled down, and I listened as her soft breathing changed to muffled sobs. In the distance, over on Fife or Canyon Street, someone’s dog grieved with my sister. When it seemed she would never stop, I tossed my blanket aside and stretched a hand across the inches that separated us.Tarabelle’s back shuddered beneath my palm, but she did not pull away. I moved closer until I was sitting next to her. She raised her head and settled it on my lap, and I stroked her hair as tears rolled down my cheeks.
