{"id":15875,"date":"2020-03-16T05:00:18","date_gmt":"2020-03-16T09:00:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bullmensfiction.com\/?p=15875"},"modified":"2022-08-03T13:12:41","modified_gmt":"2022-08-03T17:12:41","slug":"on-turning-forty-oneliving-with-a-liar-a-killer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/fiction\/on-turning-forty-oneliving-with-a-liar-a-killer\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Stories"},"content":{"rendered":"
On Turning Forty-One<\/strong><\/h5>\n

Disaster at the hibachi place. A kid pressed his hands on the grill. The chef cut himself bad. A curtain was on fire. My wife\u2019s drink spilled. The bill included the tip. The salt water fish tank was dirty. A little girl was crying with gum in her hair. A homeless man asked for leftovers in the lobby.\u00a0 I say, This is why I prefer to cook.<\/p>\n

Daylight savings hadn\u2019t ended and so the sun was still up in the parking lot. What a relief. There was so much left to do and I got a feeling like I used to have in my twenties that goes, let\u2019s do this. It\u2019s not necessarily a good feeling, but it\u2019s stirring.<\/p>\n

A friend once stayed in this motel and saw something darkly out his window he didn\u2019t like. A drug deal, a theft, an assault, a murder. He clicked the lock then pushed the dresser in front of the door. The next morning he moved to a fancier hotel. That friend is not known to be particularly suspicious or paranoid or frightened easily or generally timid or some kind of bumpkin or a prude or a liar.\u00a0 But we\u2019re all getting older and more worried.<\/p>\n

I say this because tonight there\u2019s an art show at that same motel, each room a small gallery. The concept here isn\u2019t too complicated. Some of the art has to just lay on the raggedy beds so you have to crane your neck a bit. They are selling beer and boiled peanuts. They are selling prints. The artists are proud and shy. There\u2019s no threats that I can determine.\u00a0 It\u2019s all pleasantly quirky though I don\u2019t want a birthday present from here. Last year, I used this day to bemoan what I had not accomplished more than a third of the way through my life, though hopefully not two thirds. This year, the math feels doomed again, no new accomplishments, but my mood has been stabilized.<\/p>\n

There have been many breakthroughs. At least, I assume life expectancy is going up, but haven\u2019t looked into it rigorously.\u00a0 Once, I was on crutches on my birthday and got a good glimpse at old age. The kindness and the pity–I did give that homeless guy my leftovers. Now the midlife cliches are boringly abundant, the small aches and larger pains. Still, and I hesitate to say owed, but I have this feeling, birthday boy,\u00a0 like I\u2019m due for good news.<\/p>\n

I did get a present from the art show. A print of our town square destroyed by Martians. I like the concept, the self-sabotage, especially having tried to park there and get to its bars on gameday and with all its meaningless undergrads. That\u2019s cruel and jealous.\u00a0 In the painting, no one is dying and neither am I.<\/p>\n

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Living with a Liar, a Killer<\/strong><\/h5>\n

Our neighbors moved away but left their dog in the empty house. They sent us a message–could we let the dog out and feed it and occasionally throw it the ball. They\u2019d be back Saturday. I mean, we had no choice. Animal lovers!<\/p>\n

We have our own dog and he kind of hates the things he doesn\u2019t know much about. Can you see where this is going?<\/p>\n

Our son wasn\u2019t home alone, he had his smartphone after school. We had passed the neighbor\u2019s extortion on to him as a sort of happy chore, so he went to the neighbors\u2019 house to tend to the dog, throw it a bone, what have you, the day was nice.<\/p>\n

When my son texted me at work \u201cdad come to the neighbors\u201d I knew the dog was dead.<\/p>\n

It was really brilliant what our neighbors had done\u2014they knew we wouldn\u2019t abide the idea of an\u00a0 abandoned dog. Why they had left the dog was mysterious. It\u2019s biggest detraction seemed to be that it was constantly thrilled. It had a white spot on its chest. It jumped high. It was only a puppy.<\/p>\n

But the dog was indeed dead. My son was crying, cradling his beloved phone. Our own dog was barking through the fence. Some detective work was necessary. Had the dog suffered from some undiagnosed problem? Had the neighbors neglected its health? Perhaps my son played too rigorously? Were those bite marks on its neck?<\/p>\n

My wife was calling me, then our son. We went back to the house.<\/p>\n

My son has a big heart, and despite his insistence otherwise, I knew what happened. He brought our dog over to play and the neighbor\u2019s, lonely and\u00a0 thrilled as it probably was, was attacked. I could not say our own dog was incapable of this, though he slept between my wife and I every night.<\/p>\n

Strangely, my son would not admit to this chain of events. He swore the dog simply tipped over and did not get back up. I told him what I knew had happened but he would not budge on his story. I told him I wasn\u2019t mad. He said I was wrong.<\/p>\n

Even more strangely, I cannot account for it, we didn\u2019t tell my wife. When she asked if we checked on the neighbor\u2019s dog, we declared we had. My son and I hadn\u2019t planned this, but neither of us made a move towards the truth.<\/p>\n

My son kept up the charade, going to the neighbors\u2019 to see about the dog twice a day. I said nothing. Saturday, when the neighbors were supposed to return, came and went. No word. Our own dog lingered by the fence but no longer barked through it.<\/p>\n

What is there to say about our family, my parenting here? The fact that I knew the dog was dead says a lot about my faith in our son, doesn\u2019t it? Further, the idea that I needed very little convincing that our dog was a murderer says volumes about what I permit in my own house.<\/p>\n

I dreamed that the neighbors\u2019 dog was alive and panting. It was a happy dream, just some mistake on our part–we weren\u2019t, like, veterinarians. But, no, here was the gray morning with only our own bloodthirsty dog whining to go out.\u00a0 Was the neighbors\u2019 dog beginning to smell? The house had been sold and new neighbors, perhaps with–gasp!–their own dog, were inevitable.<\/p>\n

There was also the problem of my son.<\/p>\n

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