gate and rang the doorbell. This
colored kid answered.
“May I help you?” he said.
“Yeah. My dog is in your yard.”
“What?”
“My dog. She’s in your yard.”
Fufi walked up and stood
between us.
“Fufi, come!” I said. “Let’s go!”
This kid looked at Fufi and
called her by some other stupid
name, Spotty or some bullshit like
that.
“Spotty, go back inside the
house.”
“Whoa, whoa,” I said. “Spotty?