You Do What You Have To Do

The house was too quiet. “Where’s Anna?”

“She took Ruff for a walk.”

“Ah, good. She’ll be out of the house for at least an hour.” I checked my watch, noted the time.

“Enough for the processing? She doesn’t like us to while she’s here.”


“I’ll close the garage; get the cleaver and the power saw, would you?”

It was awkward, moving the body without help, but just barely manageable. We covered the table with plastic. “All ready?”

“With meat prices the way they are nowadays, this is the only way she can keep the dog.”

“Let’s do it.”