Two Minutes Dead, One-Eyed Barnaby Alive: When Family Love Becomes a Bill

Barnaby again.

“This is about that dog,” she said, like she was saying this is about a stain on the carpet.

I shook my head.

“No,” I said. “This is about the fact that when I was dying, my dog fought to keep me here… and my family asked about deposits.”

Darla’s throat worked.

She didn’t deny it.

She just looked away.

Then she said, “Chloe wants you to come continue reading …