Saturday morning, The Pony cleaned out T-Hoe and found a treasure. He carried it into the dark house and held it in front of the living room window with a glare of natural light behind him.
"Look. That picture Dad found in Grandma's garage when he and the ex-mayor cleaned it out."
"I can't see that, Pony. There's a glare. Bring it over here."
"You know those pictures of dogs playing poker. It's kind of like that. It's a dog in a raincoat. Dad said he brought it because it looked like me. I MEAN, he said it looked like something I'd want. I don't, really. But he brought it for me, and it was Grandma's."
"What are you going to do with it?
"I have no idea."
And I have no idea why Mom had this picture in her garage. It's not even a real picture. There's a frame. But this is like a magazine cover stuck inside. Mom never had a dog that I know of. She said when she was a kid, her dad had beagles. But she never spoke of a pet. And she only tolerated our miniature poodle, Buster. So why she had a framed picture of a dog in a raincoat, under an umbrella, is beyooooond me.
Shhh...I don't want my sister the ex-mayor's wife getting wind of our windfall. She might come a-knockin'.