ears.
Anne Marie had hoped for more progress today. She’d seen some, thanks solely to Baxter, but now that she’d made a commitment to the program and to Ellen, she was eager for the next breakthrough.
“Does he know any tricks?” Ellen asked.
“Baxter? He can sit on command.”
Ellen seemed pleased. She stopped walking. “Sit,” she said sternly.
Her Yorkie immediately complied, and Ellen beamed. “He’s smart, too.”
“Yes, he is. He doesn’t know how to roll over, though. I’ve tried, but I can’t make him understand what I want him to do.”
“I’ll get a book from the library and teach him,” Ellen instantly volunteered. “Can you bring him next Wednesday?”
Anne Marie had discussed the situation with Ms. Mayer. The point of the Lunch Buddy program was for Ellen and Anne Marie to become friends. Helen Mayer’s concern was that Ellen would bond with Baxter and not Anne Marie. She’d suggested the dog only visit once a month.
“I’m afraid Baxter won’t be able to come next week,” Anne Marie explained. “But I’ll bring him again soon.”
The light seemed to go out of Ellen’s eyes and she docilely accepted the news. “I like Baxter,” she said a few minutes later.
“I can tell, and he certainly likes you.”
Her returning smile was fragile, as if she’d long ago learned to accept disappointments.
What little conversation they exchanged after that was focused on Baxter. When the lunch bell rang, Ellen lingered on the playground.
“I’ll see you next week,” Anne Marie promised.
Ellen lowered her eyes and nodded.
Ellen was obviously accustomed to adults making promises they didn’t or couldn’t keep. Anne Marie wanted to reassure the youngster that if she said she’d be at the school, she would be, but actions spoke much louder than words. She hoped that over time Ellen would come to trust her.
“Can I hug Baxter goodbye?” she asked.
“Of course.”
Crouching, Ellen petted the dog, then picked him up and gently gave him a hug. “Thank you for bringing him.”
“You’re welcome, Ellen.”
With that, the girl raced toward the school building. She was the last one to enter and Anne Marie hoped she wouldn’t be late for class.
“Well, Baxter,” she murmured to her pet, “you were a real hit.” As she hurried toward the parking lot, Helen Mayer stepped out of the school, walking purposefully in Anne Marie’s direction.
“How’d it go with Ellen this week?” she asked, quickly catching up. She wore only a sweater and shivered as she wrapped her arms around her waist.
“Okay, I think,” Anne Marie said. “Thanks mostly to Baxter.”
“I thought that might be the case.”
“She wanted me to bring him next week, but I told her he couldn’t come and it would only be me.”
“That little girl’s been through a great deal,” Ms. Mayer said, lowering her voice. “As I explained earlier, the privacy laws prohibit me from saying any more, but rest assured that Ellen badly needs a friend.”
Anne Marie immediately felt guilty for wishing she’d found another volunteer effort. But she’d made a four-month commitment and she planned to see it through. She had no intention of being another adult in Ellen’s life who broke her promises.
The school counselor walked her to the parking lot. “Next Tuesday afternoon, the school’s putting on a play.”
Anne Marie nodded.
“Ellen has a small role in it.”
“Ellen?”
“She’s in the chorus.”
“How nice. She didn’t mention it.”
Ms. Mayer didn’t seem surprised. “She wouldn’t. She’s such a shy child. She’s gifted vocally, you know.”
“It’ll help her self-esteem if she excels in singing.” Anne Marie didn’t say that she used to sing, too. Or that she hadn’t sung in months…
“Oh, I agree, this opportunity is wonderful for Ellen,” Ms. Mayer said. “She’s the only second-grader in the chorus.”
“That’s terrific.” There was no personal reason for Anne
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