Scrappy in jail and he got a tattoo.
âDonât you even want to know what it is ?â she asked when I didnât say anything.
âUm, sure.â
âA bird,â she said. âA blackbird in a cage. Right on the back of his hand. Can you believe that?â
âI guess.â
Then she rambled on about how graduating from high school wasnât all itâs cracked up to be and how much she hated her job at the Waffle House.
âPeople leave the tables all nasty with syrup,â she said. âAnd they plop their crying babies in a highchair and expect me to bring them their blueberry waffles in, like, a minute.â
She told me that her boyfriend, Arlo, wrecked his car and turned out to be a loser.
âAnd Carol Lee saw him at the mall with Darla Jacobs,â she said, âso I told him adios, sucker, and thenââ
âArenât you gonna ask me about Wishbone?â I said.
âWhat?â
Iâd been telling her all about Wishbone when she called. How smart he is and how he learned to sit and stay and how he slept beside my bed.
âWishbone,â I said. âMy dog. Arenât you even gonna ask me about him?â
âOh, um, sure,â she said. âHow is Wishbone?â
âGone!â I hollered. âHeâs gone.â And then I spewed out the whole sorry story about how heâd run off and how Iâd looked everywhere but I figured heâd rather be a stray than live with me. I tried to stop but I couldnât. I moved on to how he didnât want me the same as nobody else wanted me and how I hoped she was enjoying her perfect life while I was stuck here in Colby with a bunch of squirrel-eating hillbillies. And then I hung up and sat on the floor with my back against the wall. I could see Bertha in the kitchen stirring something on the stove and pretending like she hadnât heard me.
When the phone rang again, I just looked at it there in my hand.
Bertha stopped stirring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
âHello?â I said in a trembly voice.
âCharlieâ¦â Jackieâs voice floated through the telephone line, soft and sure. From Raleigh to Colby. I pictured that voice traveling from Carol Leeâs fancy brick house, along highways and over treetops, and then up the winding roads and down the gravel driveway into this little house perched on the side of the mountain and finally getting to me, sitting on the floor and needing to hear it.
âIâm sorry about Wishbone,â Jackie said. âI really am. I hope he comes back.â
I watched a fly dart from the window screen to the lamp to the ceiling.
âCharlie?â Jackie said.
âWhat?â
âI know this whole situation has been hard on you.â
Situation?
Is that what this was? A situation?
âI think Mamaâs getting better,â Jackie said. âI talked to her yesterday and she sounded better.â
What did that mean? That she got out of bed? That she got her feet on the ground? That she cared one little bit about me? That Iâd go back to Raleigh and our broken family would suddenly disappear and in its place would be a real family, holding hands and saying the blessing?
âMaybe I can come visit you soon,â Jackie went on. âIâm gonna get my driverâs license in a couple of weeks. Did I tell you that? And Carol Lee got a car for graduation. Can you believe that? If I get some time off from my godforsaken job I could come to Colby. We could go to Asheville and hang out. They have vegan restaurants there. Did you know that? Iâm thinking about becoming vegan and I bet if Iâ¦â
She jabbered on about all the things we could do, but she left out the part about how she would go back to her perfect life and I would still be here without my dog and wishing I hadnât been mean to Howard.
That night when Gus got home, the three of us drove around looking for Wishbone. We went down
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