Get your gun,” he said. Daddy was looking out the window into the back yard.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d just finished my homework and come into the living room to see if he was done reading the comics in the newspaper.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, sir.\u201d I ran to my bedroom, pulled the double-barrel shotgun and shells from the closet shelf, and went back to the living room to stand by Daddy\u2019s side.<\/p>\n
\u201cLoad it up, Pot.\u201d Daddy called me Pot because I fell in love with pot likker when I was three-years-old. Eight years later, I preferred Coca-Cola to any drink flavored like collard greens, but the name stuck.<\/p>\n
I loaded two shells and put the other two in my front shirt pocket.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat dog\u2019s here.\u201d Daddy pointed toward the apple tree. The brown dog was nosing at fallen apples, the same apples that Mama liked to cook down into sticky, syrupy apple jelly that oozed into biscuit crannies. \u201cIt killed Annie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, sir,\u201d I said. Mama\u2019s purple bachelor buttons and golden daylilies lined the edges of the yard in a paradise picture fit for The Phantom or Brenda Starr. The dog looked like any old floppy-eared dog, though, not worthy of an adventure like Snoopy battling the Red Baron but not monstrous. Evil didn\u2019t sit plain on its face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat cat was family, Pot.\u201d Daddy patted my shoulder. \u201cYou need to kill the dog.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSir?\u201d I\u2019d found Annie\u2019s body, knew what the dog did to her better than anyone. But it was just a dog that did dog things.<\/p>\n
\u201cMen take care of their family.\u201d He gave me a push. \u201cDo your duty, Pot.\u201d<\/p>\n
I went to the door carrying the shotgun but stopped with my hand on the knob. It was just a stupid dog.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe protect our own, Pot.\u201d Daddy\u2019s voice made me think of the preacher booming about the wrath of a righteous God. Daddy fed Annie a boiled egg every year to celebrate her birthday, and when we moved here to the country from Atlanta, we made a special trip back into town to find her when we accidentally left her behind. One whistle from Daddy and Annie dropped straight out of a tree down into his arms.<\/p>\n
I went outside. My hands shook. This was different than squirrels\u2014revenge not supper. The dog cried after the first shot. I finished it on the second.<\/p>\n
The noise drew my little brother and sister into the living room. They joined Daddy and watched me from the window while I got the shovel and buried the dog, still popping with fleas, under the apple tree on the opposite side from where I\u2019d buried Annie and marked her grave with a chunk of pink granite and a circle of daffodil bulbs to bloom next spring. I saw them talking and giggling framed in the glass, Daddy too, like they were characters in a comic panel that I was too far away to read.<\/p>\n
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