the tables. âYou donât bring a dog like that around children.â
âJoshua,â murmured Ray. I couldnât respond. âCome on, Josh, we have to do something.â
âLetâs get out of here,â Prater said. Heâd finished his cone and was now mounting his bike.
Jack remained at my feet, his offering before him.
Some of the little kids had gathered on the other side of the picnic area and shouted their version of what happened. âHe growled like a lion.â âHeâs got rabies!â âHe tried to eat me but I ran too fast.â
I crouched and held Jackâs leash. Blood pooled under the rabbitâs neck. I felt sick and hollow. I looked into Jackâs face, but I saw no meannessâhe was still Jack.
One of the ladies marched over to us, her eyes narrow as slits and her hands clenched. âGet that vicious dog out of here before I call the police,â she said. âWhat are your names?â She sounded like a teacher.
âItâs his dog,â Prater said and pointed at me. He put one foot on the pedal, ready to make his escape. âHeâs your crazy dogâno wonder he was at the pound.â I looked at him, speechless.
âShut up,â Ray said.
I was still crouching beside Jack. Would she really call the police? Could they take Jack away?
Ray glanced at his house and then at me. âWe could bury the rabbit in my yard. Iâll go get a shovel.â
I stood up and nodded. Ray crossed the side street to his house. Prater pressed down on his pedals, standing as he rode. âLater, gator,â he called out.
The angry lady stepped forward. She looked down and her lips pulled back in disgust. âKeep that dog in a pen, or I will call the police next time.â She spun around and joined the other mothers ushering their kids into their cars.
I was alone. I tied Jack up to a nearby table, pulling the knots hard and checking them. Bending down, I touched the rabbitâs back. It was soft and still warm. It should have been out playing, not lying dead here on the concrete. My first time touching a rabbit. I wished I could be petting him alive.
Ray came back with a shovel and a piece of cardboard. I held the cardboard down while Ray used the shovel to push the rabbit over. Its body rumpled, like an old doll that had lost some of its stuffing. The ice cream Iâd just eaten turned sour in my stomach. Ray laid down the shovel and picked up the cardboard, and I untied Jack, wrapped the leash around my fist, and grabbed the shovel with the other hand. We walked in silence the short distance to his house.
âLetâs go around up here,â Ray said, motioning with his chin to the far corner of his house, the side that shared a space with that old ladyâs house. âEasier to get to the shed.â
As we passed, the old lady watched us with disapproving eyes. âHi, Mrs. Brenner,â Ray said. She tilted forward on the rocker, taking in the scene while clutching the black-and-white cat in her arms.
She shook her knobby finger at me. My heart beat double time and I quickly looked away from her, but that didnât stop what she said next. âHeâs a devil dog. Yella eyes, ears like hornsâI saw what he did.â She leaned back, puckered her face, and spoke from her chair like a judge giving a sentence. â Devil dog .â
I swallowed and bent my head. âDid you hear what she said?â I whispered to Ray as we walked into the shady area behind his shed.
âDonât worry about her,â Ray said. âShe sits all day with that cat, just watching what everyone does. No one pays any attention to her.â
I tried not to pay attention either, but I couldnât help it.
Ray got another shovel while I cinched Jackâs leash around a tree. As we dug, thoughts tumbled around in my headâJack, a devil dog; bloody rabbit fur; all those people yelling at me.