Mother was in one of those taxis taking her from the Walgreens back to her home, and she didn’t know where it was coming from, but she felt it—no, she just knew it: there was a barking sound coming from somewhere inside the car, too close to be coming from outside.
“Do you hear that?” Mother asked the taxi driver.
“No-ma’am,” said the driver, slurring his syllables in such a way that Mother had to parse out the no and ma’am.
It didn’t matter what he said. Mother was damn sure she had heard it. It wasn’t like the ruff-ruff in a movie. It was a clear stuttering groan, followed by an elongated anguished howl.
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