Wednesday, July 27, 2016


We're dog spotting, Bobo and me. 

I'm up by three and he asks for the window to be rolled down.

"It's too hot," I say. "Besides, that's cheating." (His nose, you know.) 

Bobo sighs. He leans heavily against the unopened window and stares down at the floorboard. 

Two lawns pass in silence, three.

"It's not cheating," he finally says,quietly. "I'm not a cheater."

We pass another empty lawn. 

"I know you're not buddy," I say, and roll his window down. "Just a crack. Okay?" 

"Okay." 

"Okay."





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