A memory suddenly surfaced.
Caleb coming home late several evenings that summer.
Dog food disappearing from our garage.
I had assumed he was feeding a neighbor’s pet.
Sadie continued.
“He kept Jasper behind my parents’ shed for weeks. Then my dad finally let me keep him.”I stared toward the kitchen.
“That’s why he goes to the cemetery.”
“He remembers Caleb.”
I looked down at my hands.
Suddenly, every Sunday made sense.
Jasper hadn’t chosen a random grave.
He hadn’t simply been wandering through the cemetery.
He had been visiting someone he loved.
Just like I had.
Beau wandered back into the room holding two crackers.
He climbed beside Sadie.
Then he studied me.
“Mommy says my daddy was funny.”
I laughed through my tears.
“He was.”
Beau smiled.
“Did you know him?”
I looked at Sadie.
She nodded.
I crouched in front of him.
“I knew him very well.”
