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Show and down several times until the locks clicked into place and she could snap them shut. "Besides, Woog, Mom will walk you every day. And she'll probably allow you to sleep inside when I'm gone, seeing as the house is too big for just her," Kim said. Still Woogie was not persuaded. He whimpered a low, sad sound. "Come on, Woog, please don't do this to me." She nestled her blond head in the dog's warm fur. "Believe me, this is a lot tougher for me than it is for you." It seemed to Kim as though Woogie had a sixth sense when it came to long separations. He was calm and relaxed when she left for school every morning, but whenever she left for a vacation, he became distraught. After Kim had the last of her clothes packed into a plastic garment bag, she loaded the bag and the two cloth suitcases into the back seat of her mother's blue Falcon in the driveway. While her mother was starting the car, she ran inside for the most important thing of all-her stereo; metallic grey with two big black saucer eyes. Next to her mother and Woogie, it was her most valuable possession. The eggs. They were still sitting on the kitchen table exactly as they were an hour ago, only now they were cold. She lifted the plate over to the sink and turned on the water to swoosh the eggs down the garbage disposal. Then she placed the plate carefully in the clean sink and ran up the stairs, two at time, for her stereo. The bulky grey radio and tape player had been on sale |
