Last Days of the Dog-Men
“Her main companion was a trembling poodle she’d had for about fifteen years, named Bill. You never hear of dogs named Bill. Her husband in his decline had bought him, named him after a boy he’d known in the Great War, and then wouldn’t have anything to do with him. He’d always been Wilhelmina’s dog. She could talk to Bill in a way that she couldn’t talk to anyone else, not even her own children.
Not even her husband, now nearly a vegetable out at King’s Daughters’ Rest Home on the old highway.
...She rose in the blue candlelight morning to go see him about the dog, who was doing poorly. She was afraid of being completely alone.
There were her children and their children, and even some great-grandchildren, but that was neither here nor there for Wilhelmina. They were all in different worlds.
She drove her immaculate ocean-blue Delta 88 out to the home and turned up the long, barren drive. The tall naked trunks of a few old pines lined the way, their sparse tops distant as clouds.MoreLess
Not even her husband, now nearly a vegetable out at King’s Daughters’ Rest Home on the old highway.
...She rose in the blue candlelight morning to go see him about the dog, who was doing poorly. She was afraid of being completely alone.
There were her children and their children, and even some great-grandchildren, but that was neither here nor there for Wilhelmina. They were all in different worlds.
She drove her immaculate ocean-blue Delta 88 out to the home and turned up the long, barren drive. The tall naked trunks of a few old pines lined the way, their sparse tops distant as clouds.MoreLess
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