Page 85 of Dirty Filthy Boy
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Just that one word gets my attention. "Jeanie."
"You remember Flopsie?"
"Our Collie. Yes."
"He killed her, you know. So she wouldn't bark. He told me."
This time I can't stop the tears from flowing. The tears I've held back for so many years. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."
"Me too." And then she turns her head and returns to staring at the window. And I know she's gone back into that world she inhabits, where there's no pain, where no one can hurt her.
After my visit with Jeanie, I talk to her doctor. He pretty much confirms what my parents told me. What I saw for myself in the sterile, white room. I can't move my sister closer to me. If I did, she might lose whatever hold in this world she has left.
