» WHAT A GOOD DOG KNOWS
BY: Laura McCullough

Rube Bozarth left his pickup truck running in the clam shell lot outside the store. The truck was red and new, which is how he liked things: bright, unfaded, unused. The light coming up was ugly, the kind of morning that makes most people want to stay in bed. Bozarth was up and ready on the porch of Boney’s Hole Goods and Deli waiting for Peaches Boney to open her family’s store. The girl was late as usual. »