cheryl
raze
i
hadn't
seen
her
in
a
year
.
i
heard
she'd
been
in
a
car
accident
.
it
sounded
like
she
was
in
bad
shape
.
i
wasn't
sure
if
it
was
her
at
first
.
but
i
thought
the
black
lab
looked
familiar
.
i
was
right
.
her
hair
was
shorter.
i
asked
about
her
backyard
visitor
.
i
should
have
asked
what
she
named
her
.
she
said
she
runs
up
her
son's leg
to
say
hello
.
she
comes
to
the
kitchen
window
when
she's
hungry
.
if
cheryl
isn't
there
,
she
scales
the
house
and
knocks
on
her
bedroom
window
.
like
a
little
person
.
people
tell
her
maybe
it
isn't
the
same
squirrel
she
sees
all
the
time
.
maybe
she's
imagining
a
bond
that
doesn't
exist
. "
i
know
her
,"
she
said
. "
i
know
her
markings."
she
said
she
hasn't
seen
her
in
a
few
weeks
now
.
she's
worried
about
her
.
i
told
her
we're
right
in
the
heart
of
breeding
season
.
she's
probably
busy
rearing
her
kits
. "
she
might
bring
her
babies
to
meet
you
once
their
eyes
are
open
,"
i
said
,
and
her
whole
face
lit
up
.
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raze
she
told
me
her
dog
always
warns
her
when
there's
a
skunk
around
.
he's
never
been
sprayed.
somehow
he
still
senses
the
danger
.
there
are
more
squirrels
who
come
to
see
her
now
.
one
day
she
ran
out
of
nuts
,
so
she
mixed
some
honey
nut
cheerios
with
almond
butter
.
a
delighted
friend
ended
up
caked
with
what
he
couldn't
eat
. "
you
might
not
want
to
do
that
again
,
mom
,"
her
son
said
. "
i
think
he
might
like
it
too
much
."
it
was
her
birthday
on
the
ninth.
she's
eleven
years
older
than
i'll
be
on
wednesday
.
i
would
have
guessed
younger
.
i
wrote
my
email
address
on
a
green
square
of
paper
pulled
from
this
box
of
stationary
i've
had
forever
.
i
wanted
to
give
it
to
her
.
every
time
i
have
it
with
me
,
she
isn't
in
the
park
.
and
it's
never
in
my
pocket
when
she's
around
.
it's
become
a
bit
of
a
running_joke
between
us
.
instead
of
giving
her
mine
,
today
i
asked
for
hers
and
committed
it
to
memory
.
i
know
how
to
reach
her
now
.
i'll
send
her
some
pictures
.
maybe
she'll
send
me
some
too
.
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