Christmas 2011 Trio A. Кейт Хьюит

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      Bailey squinted up at him. “What did you do with yours?”

      “I gave it to Timmy.”

      Bailey hesitated. “I was going to eat mine.”

      “No, you weren’t. Come on, Bailey, I need that sandwich.”

      “What’ll you trade me for it?” she asked.

      Carter didn’t have a lot of time. If he didn’t hurry back outside, some other kid would make friends with the dog. He might even leave the schoolyard. “You can watch whatever you want on TV Saturday morning.”

      His sister’s eyes widened. It was a generous offer and she knew it. They only had one television set and their mother made them take turns choosing what to see. Bailey liked sissy stuff, while Carter liked action heroes.

      “All Saturday morning?”

      Carter nodded. With a smug look, Bailey handed over her peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.

      Grabbing it, Carter hurried back outside. The playground was crowded with kids by then, but as soon as the mutt saw Carter, he bounded across the playground toward him.

      Once again, Carter got down on one knee. He wiped the muddy hair from the dog’s eyes; his own hands got grimy in the process but Carter didn’t care. Taking the sandwich out of his pocket, he tore off the plastic and held it out to the mutt. The bread disappeared as quickly as the Twinkie had.

      “You shouldn’t be feeding that dog.”

      Carter glanced up to find Mr. Nicholson, the sixth-grade teacher, who was on schoolyard duty during lunch, scowling down at him. “I’ve already called Animal Control about this dog once.”

      “No!” An automatic protest came from Carter. He didn’t want this friendly dog to go to a shelter.

      “He doesn’t belong on the playground.”

      “He’s a nice dog.”

      Mr. Nicholson didn’t agree or disagree. “I don’t want to see you feeding him again. Is that understood?”

      Carter nodded. The teacher didn’t exactly say Carter couldn’t feed the stray. What he’d said was that he didn’t want to see Carter do it.

      The teacher went off to intervene in an argument between some sixth-grade kids, and Carter petted the dog’s face. “It’s all right, boy, I’ll bring you food. Will you be here tomorrow?”

      The mutt looked back at him with intense brown eyes, as if to say he’d be waiting for Carter.

      On his way back to class, Carter washed his hands. He wondered how long the dog had been lost. He sure was dirty, and he seemed lonely, too. Carter’s heart ached for him. What the stray needed was a good home and a family, just like everyone did. Carter hoped the Animal Control people didn’t catch him before Carter figured out how to bring him to his house.

      First he had to explain to his father that this dog wasn’t a puppy but a grown-up dog that needed a home. This wasn’t an expensive dog, either. He was a plain ordinary dog. He’d probably already had his shots.

      That night Carter couldn’t keep still at the dinner table. All he could think about was the dog in the schoolyard, out in the cold and dark by himself. He wanted to bring him home right then and there. He was worried the dog might not be safe, or that the people from Animal Control would take him to a shelter. That might not be such a bad thing, because he might be adopted by a family. Except that Carter wanted the dog for himself.

      “Carter, eat your dinner,” his father said.

      Carter stared down at his plate. Spaghetti was one of his favorite meals. His mother had made it specially for him, and all he could do was swirl the noodles around with his fork. He needed to figure out how to smuggle the meatballs off his plate and hide them until morning.

      “How were your classes?” his mother asked. It was the same question she asked every night.

      “Good,” Carter murmured. “I had a tummy ache but it went away.”

      “Carter fed a dog in the schoolyard and got in trouble.” Bailey could hardly wait to tattle on him.

      From across the table, Carter glared at his sister.

      His father frowned. “Whose dog was it?”

      Carter shrugged. “He doesn’t belong to anyone.”

      “He’s a stray?”

      Carter stared at his plate again. “I guess so.”

      “He was real dirty and had mud all over him and Carter gave him a sandwich and petted him until Mr. Nicholson made him stop.”

      “Oh, Carter,” his mother whispered.

      His father shook his head. “I don’t want you bringing that dog home, Carter. Is that understood?”

      “Okay.”

      “I mean it,” he said sternly.

      Carter swallowed hard as he tried not to cry. “May I be excused, please?” he asked.

      His mother gently rested her hand on his. “Yes, you may.”

      Carter went into the bedroom he shared with his sister and fell, fully dressed, across his bed. He buried his face in his pillow, praying the dog would still be there the following day.

       Nine

      Mercy regarded Shirley suspiciously, her arms folded, her foot tapping. “You brought that dog to the schoolyard, didn’t you?” She pointed at the animal, who lay in the sandbox, head resting on his outstretched paws as he slept.

      Shirley sat on the swing at the farthest reaches of the yard and shook her head adamantly. “I most certainly did not. I don’t have a clue where that dog came from. Trust me, if I brought a dog into Carter’s life, it wouldn’t be that mangy mutt.”

      Mercy didn’t believe her. “I, for one, find it mighty convenient that a stray dog should show up in the schoolyard today.” And besides, she knew Shirley loved animals—despite the scornful way she’d spoken about this dog.

      “I agree with Mercy.” Goodness came to stand at her side, her foot tapping in an identical tempo.

      “Stop looking at me like that,” Shirley muttered. “Carter can’t have a dog. That decision’s already been made. You both know I can’t interfere with the chain of command. Carter’s father feels bad enough as it is, but he’s said in no uncertain terms that his son can’t have a dog. Why would I complicate matters?”

      “Why would she?” Goodness turned to Mercy.

      “I don’t know, but like I said, I find this entire situation a little too convenient.”

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