That was what they had done to Chief, when he had run away, coming back with red foam dripping from his mouth, blinding his eyes, his fur dull. That time Tanya had tried to cover Ruth’s eyes, but Ruth had watched her pet fall, writhing in the dirt.
It was a long time before Ruth could fall asleep, and even in her dreams it seemed that she could smell the smoke of the gun.
When the sun came up, Ruth rolled away from its brightness. She wanted to keep sleeping and make the day disappear. As soon as she was outside, she would be reminded by the sun and dust. Her mother called her from downstairs and finally she dragged herself into the sunlight. As she helped prepare breakfast she worried about whether she should share her knowledge with Peter.
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