“Your dog has three heads,” he said, staring at the dog.
“No he doesn’t,” she laughed. “That’s not possible.”
“He does. See,” he said, pointing, “One, two, three.”
“He just shakes his head so fast that what you’re seeing is the afterimage of where his head has been.”
“That’s not true.”
She looked at her dog, made a face, and the dog sat down. The dog had one head. “Look, there’s nothing unusual about him at all.”
“How?” he mumbled. The dog trembled slightly, his lips raised, just the tiniest bit.
“Cibbie,” she said, softly, smiling at him. “We’ll go for a walk in a minute.”
“One head,” he said, rubbing his chin with his hand. “I could have sworn…”
“Well, if you’ll excuse us,” she said, already walking past him.
When they turned the corner, she sighed. “I know it’s hard, but when we’re up-top, my love, you can…
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