Ghost in the Wind (29 page)

“I just found him on the road in Kansas. Been looking to leave him with a good home, where people would love him. Looks like we found it. Besides, a girl should have a dog.” She actually turned and started up the street without even consulting us.

I had visions of allergist visits in my future.

“Maybe I can find Vance!” I shouted after her. “He'd love to see you—Paul, can you—”

“Please don't,” Claudia called back. “We were never any good together.”

“Will you be back?” I said as she shuffled off again. She answered, but was too far away for me to hear her.

Melissa, her face a mixture of relief and confusion, turned toward me. “Can we keep him?” she asked.

I looked at Paul and noticed Maxie, stretching her arms and yawning, floating out of the house. She noticed the dog playing in the yard, saw me and stopped in her tracks. “Uh-oh,” she said. She turned back toward the house.

“Don't move,” I told her. “I don't like being lied to and kept in the dark.”

Maxie hung her head and sing-songed like a fourth-grader, “Sorry.”

“Mom?” Melissa was pushing the point.

Lester ran up to me, sat at my feet and looked up into my face. Clearly, he was a born salesman.

So that is how we adopted a ghost dog.

That's my story. And I'm sticking to
it.

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