At Least They're Committed

(April 9, 2008) I was downstairs making a PB&J for lunch when I heard a scratch on the door. At first I ignored it, I mean, the wind and blowing snow are enough to kick up debris that could easily knock against the door. Then I remembered Maxie. It’s been nearly a year since he disappeared and we gave up months ago scouring the neighborhoods, the shelters, the papers trying to find him. But maybe . . . I ran to the door and whipped it open. Nothing. I closed the door and locked it, and went back to making my PB&J.