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For the next several minutes nothing much happened, biscuit wise. Grandma did most of the talking while Ethan stood with his hands in his pockets and Hannah sat on the couch and didnt look at him. Finally, Ethan asked Hannah if she wanted to see the flip, and at the sound of the dreaded word I whipped my head around and stared at him in disbelief. I had assumed we had ended that chapter of our lives. The three of us went out into the yard. Ethan showed Hannah the flip, but when he threw it, it still fell to the ground like a dead bird. I need to make some design changes to it, Ethan said. I walked over to the flip but didnt pick it up, hoping the would decide to end this embarrassment once and for all. Hannah stayed for a while, going over to the pond to look at the stupid ducks, petting Flare on the nose, and taking a couple of turns with the flip. She got on her bicycle and as she steered down the driveway I trotted beside her, then when the whistled for me returned at a dead run. Something told me wed be seeing that again. Later that summer, too early in the season to go back home and go to school, in my opinion, Mom packed up the car. Ethan and I stood next to it as Grandma and Grandpa eased into their seats. Ill navigate, Grandpa said. Youll fall asleep before we cross the county line, Grandma replied. Now, Ethan. You are a big . You be good. You call if you have any problems. Ethan squirmed under his mothers hug. I know, he said. Well be back in two days. You need anything, you can ask Mr. Huntley next door. I made you a casserole. I know! Ethan said. Bailey, you take good care of Ethan, okay I wagged my tail in cheerful noncomprehension. Were we going for a car ride or what I stayed by myself all the time when I was his age, Grandpa said. This will be good for him. I could feel worry and hesitation in Mom, but eventually she got behind the wheel. I love you, Ethan, Mom said. Ethan muttered something, kicking at the dirt. The car rolled off down the driveway, and Ethan and I solemnly watched it go. Come on, Bailey! he shouted when it was out of sight. We ran into the house. Everything was suddenly more fun. The ate some lunch and when he was done he put the plate on the floor for me to lick! We went into the barn and he climbed up on the rafters while I barked, and when he jumped into a pile of hay I tackled him. An inky shadow from the corner told me the cat was watching all of this, but when I trotted over to investigate she slid off and vanished. I became uneasy when Ethan unlocked the gun cabinet, something he had never done without Grandpa being there. Guns made me nervous; they reminded me of when Todd threw a firecracker and it banged so close to me I felt a percussion against my skin. But Ethan was so excited, I couldnt help but prance around at his feet. He put some cans on a fence and shot the gun and the cans went flying. I couldnt quite understand the connection between the cans and the loud bang of the gun but knew it was somehow all related and, judging from the s reaction, gloriously fun. Flare snorted and trotted to the far end of her yard, distancing herself from all the commotion. After that the made dinner by warming up some succulent chicken. We sat in the living room and he put on the television and ate off of a plate in his lap, tossing me pieces of skin. Now this kind of fun I understood! At that moment, I didnt care if Mom ever came back. After I licked the plate, which the left on the floor, I decided to test the new rules and climbed up in Grandpas soft chair, looking over my shoulder to see if Id draw the expected Down! command. The just stared at the television, so I curled up for a nap. I drowsily registered the telephone ringing and heard the say bed, but when he hung up he didnt go to bed; he sat back down to watch more television.

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