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

in the window, watching.

“Yeah,” I said cautiously.

Her face did something complicated—anger, sympathy, admiration, I couldn’t tell.

“My mom sent me your post,” she said. “Half my family thinks you’re a hero. Half thinks you’re trash.”

I forced a tight smile.

“That seems to be the theme,” I said.

She glanced at Barnaby.

“That dog really saved you?” she asked.continue reading …