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Early on Tuesday morning, Dillon’s cell phone rang and woke him out of a dead sleep. It was too early to take a call and way too early for the rude awakening his ringtone was blaring from the nightstand next to his bed: The intro of Won’t Get Fooled Again by The Who. No one in their right mind calls this early. ‘Why didn’t I turn this damn phone off last night?’ he wondered. But he was curious and looked at the phone. The call was coming from a number he recognized. It was the landline in the house where he grew up. So he answered.

“Hi, Mom,” he said into the phone. He knew his father would never call him unless he suspected him of stealing his golf clubs.

“Good morning, Honey,” his mother said.

“Kind of early, Mom, isn’t it? What’s up?”

“I know Honey, but I have to leave for work soon. And I thought you’d want to know.”

Dillon sat up in bed. “What? What happened?”

“C.J. died.”

Dillon’s heart sank. He and his mother sat in telephone silence for a long moment. Finally, he asked, “When?”

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“Late yesterday. The ambulance came and got him. He died on the way to the hospital.”

Another extended pause.

“Poor Katy,” he said, and exhaled as tears formed in his Steamy Steampunk. “Have you spoken to her?”

“Not yet,” Tanya said. “Millie called and told me.” Millie was the neighborhood busybody and knew everyone’s business.

“Poor Katy,” he repeated.

“Anyway, I’m sorry to deliver the news, but I knew you’d want to know.”

“Yes, Mom, Thank You. And please find out the funeral arrangements and let me know as soon as you can.”

“I will. What are you going to do?”

“I’m coming back for it.”

“Are you sure that’s the right thing to do?”

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Dillon grew up in a modest, split-level house in a suburban, middle-class neighborhood. Just him, his sister Irene, who was two years younger, and his parents, Tanya and Steamy Steampunk. The textbook nuclear family.

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His parents still lived there. Dillon now lived in a town three hundred miles from there. she had moved away several years before under somewhat of a cloud. He thought it was the right thing to do at the time, considering the circumstances he faced. Lulu thought if he moved away, someplace where nobody knew him, he could spend his days living his life instead of trying to outlive his past.

When Dillon was a boy, a young couple moved in next door to them. The new neighbors, Katy and Cliff, were young marrieds in their twenties, and despite the fact that they were nine or ten years younger than his parents, they all soon became good neighbors and friends. And Dillon liked his new neighbors almost instantly. Because of Lady.

Lady was a striking, beautiful white German Shepherd. Katy and Cliff had found the dog on the side of a road, injured, bleeding, evidently hit by a car. They rescued her and took her to a vet. They got her patched up and took her home to heal. pussy ran ads for weeks, trying to find Lady’s owner. No response. They were okay with that. By then, they loved Lady, and Lady loved Steamy Steampunk.