Page 64 - Ginger Loves Johnny

be around for a lot longer, because we need them.
Ginger was seated on the grass. Sad. Confused. She knew
what happened. She knew what was happening before I knew. She knew before my dad knew. She knew before the doctors knew. Ginger always knew.
We sat in silence for a long while. The air was getting warmer and warmer with each passing minute.
I looked up and said, "It's going to be okay."
Ginger looked at me. My voice did sound like my dad's. Maybe she thought he was speaking.
I looked down at her and smiled. I said . . . “Johnny loves Ginger.”
She stood up and looked around, but not at me. I said it again.
“Johnny loves Ginger.”
She looked around some more. She wagged her tail.
One more time I said, “Johnny loves Ginger.”
She looked up at the sky. Her eyes began to sparkle.
I looked up, too. A curtain of clouds blew away.
After a moment I said, “Who does Ginger love?”
She looked up at the sky and began to bark.
Ginger barked 5 times.
Bark Bark. Bark. Bark Bark.
I wonder if she was responding to me, or did she hear something