洛里·S.莫尔/
Thehastilyscrawledsignonthecrumpledcardboardread:.
, , , forthesignthatwasproppednexttohimread:FORSALE.
Forgettingaboutmyowndestination, , I’’sbeenawayofhelpingthoseIcouldn’’salsowhatI’.
Ipulledintothenearestparkinglotandgrabbedafivepoundbagofdogfood, -ons, , , atruckpulledupalongsideofthemandaskedhowmuchthemanwantedfortheolderdog.
“Fiftybucks,”themanonthecornerreplied, thenaddedquickly, “butIreallydon'twanttosellhim.”
“Ishepapered?”
“No.”
“Ishefixed?”
“No.”
“Howoldishe?”
“'.”
“IfIhadfiftybucks, I'dbuyhim.”thelightturnedgreen, andthetruckspedoff.
, .“Hi.”Ioffered, ’sfacewasgentleandfriendly, andIcouldsensejustbylookinginhiseyesthathewassomeoneinrealcrisis.
“Ihavesomefoodhereforyourdogs.”, hetookthebagasIsetdownthewaterinfrontofthem.
“Youbroughtwater, too?”, andthepuppygreetedmeenthusiastically “ThatonethereisT.C.，andthisone’sDog.I’mWayne.”Thesad, olderdogstoppedcryinglongenoughtoseewhatwasinthecontainer.
“Whathappened, Wayne?”, butheansweredmedirectlyandsimply.“Well, IjustmovedoutherefromArizonaandhaven’tbeenabletofindwork.I’matthepointwhereIcan’tevenfeedthedogs.”
“Whereareyouliving?”
“Inthattruckrightthere.”, soatleasttheyhadshelterfromtheelements.
.“I’mamechanicandawelder,”hesaid,“Butthere’snothingouthereforeither.I’;Ihatetohavetosellthem, butIjustcan’taffordtofeedthem.”
’twanttosellthem, buthecouldn’.
Thetimeseemedrighttocasuallypassoverthetwenty-dollarbill, hopingIwouldn’tfurtherdamagehisalreadyshakypride.“.”
“Well, thanks.”heslowlyreplied, unabletolookmeintheface.
