Page 336 of Fallout (Crank 3)


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a long time ago. Things that will

never be rectified. God, why does

my life continue to be defined

by other people’s decisions? “Why didn’t

he ever try to be a part of our lives?”

Mom shrugs. Maybe he didn’t know

how to say he was sorry.

Or maybe he was afraid

we wouldn’t believe it.

SUDDEN COMMOTION

As a wet puppy bounds into

the room, followed by an excited

David. Come back here, Sasha!

Fu. German for “heel.”

Surprisingly, Sasha obeys,

coming round to sit at David’s

left side. Good girl. Good Sasha.

When he moves, she moves too.

“Wow. I’m impressed. You

going to work Sasha, David?”

Before Mom’s life got too busy,

she used to work her dogs, Schutzhund

fashion. Police-dog-style training

is incredibly demanding on both animals

and trainers. Might be really good

for David. Donald, too, if he’d do it.

There’s still a club out here,

Mom says to me. Scott has taken

David and Sasha to a couple

of sessions. I think they like it.

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