played with. Heâs here for a specific reason. Heâs to be fed. Heâs to be treated with respect. But he is not a pet. He is the subject of an experiment.â
âI know,â Leah said.
âHe belongs to the lab. We canât let you have him.â
âI donât want him,â Leah said. She felt something go cold in her. She felt something reckless and compulsive, something sheâd felt too often lately, something that made her want to strike quickly and do damage before she could reflect enough to stop herself. Max didnât understand her. He didnât understand her the least bit. âWe need a dog this afternoon, donât we?â Leah said. Max nodded. âWe can use Ten Bucks. Itâs fine with me.â She looked down at the dog, who was again licking her shoe with that unbearable gaze of affection and dependence trained on her. It angered her. At that moment, everything did.
âDonât call him that, Leah.â She thought she saw Max squirm, inwardly shiver. Leah herself felt woozy, off-kilter.
Iâm sorry,
she wanted to say. But she was determined not to. âPut him back in his cage now.â
She called the dog to the cage, opened it, and he readilyâtoo damn readilyâcomplied, though once she closed and latched the door, he looked at her from the other side with muted injury, with a few simple questions:
Why? What next?
Max crossed his arms. âI take it youâre protesting what we do here. I take it youâre not willing to work by our rules. Perhaps you donât really want to be at the lab with us.â
âNo,â Leah said. âThatâs not it. I want to be at the lab.â And she did. She couldnât even begin to imagine the summer without her job. âI want to be here,â she said again.
âThen whatâs the point?â
âThe point is,â Leah said, âthat Iâm not a baby. I donât fall in lovewith dogs and sheep. I can handle it. It doesnât bother me. What you do here doesnât bother me.â
Max looked down at his old tennis shoes and seemed to consider Leahâs words. From the back of the room, a sheep bleated. The radio began to play an old Chicago tune with a horn section that made the dogs begin to howl and yip so loudly that Leah had to turn the music off. âAll right,â Max finally said. âYou can take it. I get your point. That doesnât mean that you can play with these animals. Theyâre not toys, Leah.â
Leah put her head down. âOK,â she said.
âThe dogs stay in their cages.â
She nodded, and Max left her basement.
When he returned that afternoon and asked Leah to bring a dog, something terrible, if not altogether unexpected, happened. Ten Bucks, a name she could not take away, could not now disassociate from him, stepped out of the cage first. She had no one to blame but herself. Sheâd made herself his master and caretaker, heâd accepted, and now here he was, wagging his tail and wantingâshe saw this in his eyesâto be her dog. So he volunteered himself. And when Leah pushed him back into his cage, into safety, the dog lunged forward again and was free. Had Max not been at the door waiting for them, had he not said, in his very concerned way, âAre you sure you donât want to start with one of the others?â Leah might have saved him, at least for a few more days.
âHeâs got to go eventually, doesnât he?â Leah asked.
She put Ten Bucks on a leash, though it wasnât necessary. He heeled perfectly, his head at her knee all the way down the hall. As usual, Max held the rubber ball and was ready to play with the dog as soon as he saw it become fearful. But Ten Bucks wasnât aware of any danger. It was dumbfounding: the trust of this creature, the strange, boundless faith it placed in Leah, of all people, and in Max and now in Diana, a complete stranger,
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