Wild Dogs
I owe the gardener’s wife three bucks and live in perpetual fear that she will ask me for the money. In three weeks, she has not but I have noticed the way she looks at me, as if she wants to come over and talk to me, and ask for her money or something. The other day i was hooting the car trying to get N to get out of the house when I saw her coming. The thoughts that raced through my head ranged from a panicked scramble to get out the car through other door when it dawned on me that the windows were not tinted. So instead, I grabbed my bag and fumbled through it, looking for... something. I figured that if she asked me about it she would think that i had thought to pay her back myself. Instead, she stuck her head into the car through a tiny opening in the window. “Are you hooting for me?” “Ummm no,” I rattled my bag, held it to my ear put it on my lap and resumed my rifling. When I looked up, she was gone. I suppose it was because of the ...