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stove. Neither of them spoke.
    Clearing his voice, Franklin continued. “I’m afraid he’s going to die.”
    “No!” Carlynn cried, instantly in tears, and Delora pulled her close, trying to smooth her unsmoothable hair.
    “Hush, darling,” she said. “It will be all right.”
    Lisbeth’s hands were locked on her lap and she sat motionless, quiet. But her eyes glistened.
    “Tomorrow,” Franklin said, “we will take him to the veterinarian to have him…put down.”
    “Killed?” Carlynn wailed. “Please don’t, Daddy. Mommy?” She looked at her mother with hope.
    “He’s suffering, Carlynn,” Delora said. “He’s having trouble breathing, and you know how he can hardly walk these days.”
    “He’s nearly blind,” Franklin added. “And we want to end his misery, Carly. It’s not fair to make him go on like this when we can help him die, so he doesn’t have to be in pain any longer.”
    Carlynn nestled against her mother’s breast, sobbing quietly now, and Franklin saw the tears in Delora’s eyes. She was not aninsensitive woman, just limited in her capacity to love. Lisbeth’s mouth was downturned and quivering, as though she was struggling to control her emotions, and a fat tear spilled from each of her eyes. Franklin walked over to the ottoman in front of her chair and sat down on it. Leaning forward, he covered her hands, still folded in her lap, with his own.
    “Are you all right, Lizzie?” he said.
    Lisbeth nodded, biting her quivering lip. She was brave. Stoic. He felt a lump in his throat. No one appreciated this child except him.
    But that was not exactly true. Carlynn drew away from her mother to see the pain in her twin sister’s face. Jumping up from the love seat, she ran across the room to hug her. “I won’t let them do it, Lizzie,” she said, as though she had forgotten she was only a child.
    But Lisbeth knew the limitations of a seven-year-old. She nodded, as if she was humoring her sister, but Franklin saw that the sorrow never left her eyes.
    That night, Carlynn slept on the kitchen floor, her arms locked around Presto’s failing body. Franklin and Delora tried to force her to come upstairs to bed, but she wouldn’t budge from the dog’s side.
    “Let’s let her be,” Franklin finally said to his wife. “Let her have one last night with him.”
    Delora agreed. She watched as Franklin covered the little girl with a comforter, squatted down to kiss the top of her head, and stroked Presto’s side. Then he and Delora went to bed.
    The dog’s rasping breaths could be heard throughout the mansion. Carlynn spent the night whispering words to him, of comfort or love, or pleading, no one really knew, but the fur on his neck grew wet from her tears.
    In the morning, everyone in the house awakened to the sound of Presto’s barking. They came downstairs to find him sitting up next to Carlynn, his breathing even and strong. Carlynn put her arm around the dog’s broad shoulders.
    “Presto’s hungry,” she said simply, and Lisbeth ran over to embrace first the dog, then her sister.
    The vet would later say that he must have misdiagnosed Presto’s condition, that he had judged it to be far more serious than it actually was. Maybe that was so.
    And maybe it wasn’t.

7
    T HE CALL CAME JUST AS J OELLE WALKED IN THE DOOR OF HER condo that evening. Dropping her purse and appointment book on the kitchen counter, she picked up the receiver.
    “Hello?”
    “I’m trying to reach Shanti Angel.” It was the voice of an older, possibly even an elderly, man—a deep, rich voice with an edge of refinement.
    “This is Shanti,” she said.
    “I’m calling you for Carlynn Shire,” the man said. “She got a message that you would like to meet with her?”
    “Yes,” she said, “I would.”
    “And you have some special connection to her?” he prompted, and she repeated the story of her birth to him.
    “Well, Dr. Shire said that if you’d be willing to come over to the house,

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