a long time ago. Things that will
never be rectified. God, why does
my life continue to be defined
by other people’s decisions? “Why didn’t
he ever try to be a part of our lives?”
Mom shrugs. Maybe he didn’t know
how to say he was sorry.
Or maybe he was afraid
we wouldn’t believe it.
SUDDEN COMMOTION
As a wet puppy bounds into
the room, followed by an excited
David. Come back here, Sasha!
Fu. German for “heel.”
Surprisingly, Sasha obeys,
coming round to sit at David’s
left side. Good girl. Good Sasha.
When he moves, she moves too.
“Wow. I’m impressed. You
going to work Sasha, David?”
Before Mom’s life got too busy,
she used to work her dogs, Schutzhund
fashion. Police-dog-style training
is incredibly demanding on both animals
and trainers. Might be really good
for David. Donald, too, if he’d do it.
There’s still a club out here,
Mom says to me. Scott has taken
David and Sasha to a couple
of sessions. I think they like it.