When she looks at me I hear her voice. It's as clear as a bell. Somehow, she hears mine too. We often speak with no sound. But she's not long for this world now. Soon, she'll be reborn human and she'll approach me in public and she'll say "Brandee says hello" and she'll smile and wink and turn and walk away and I'll be left standing there, wondering.Read "The Art of Racing in the Rain." It will change you.
