The Tea Party
Jonathan Greer
I shot the best dog I ever owned.
The child gasped. The old man continued. And it weren't no accident, nor was it the dog took sick and I wouldn’t pay to have him put down. No ma’am. It was because he disobeyed my command and went off chasing a rabbit. I shot him right as he broke away. I didn’t think twice.
The child’s chin began to quiver.
And wouldn’t you know it, he hobbled right back. That was the last time he thought better of not taking orders. Now pick up the crayons like I said, you hear?
A woman came into the nursery and smiled at the small table set with pink plastic tea cups. A tea party with Grandpa, how wonderful! she said. The old man chuckled, his long body crammed into the tiny chair.
Without a word the child began to collect the scattered crayons.
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