The Bond

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Greg would give us a new toy to play with every week. Be would make them with old supplies or rags he found around the house.
My brother was getting better day by day. Slowly he was running again.

Next week Greg would be able to take his bandages off.
Buster really liked the environment around here. He would just sniff around the barn and he became friends with the other dogs around the barn. I didn't really want to get close to them. They weren't violent or anything I was just a bit shy around other dogs.

Every Tuesday Greg would go to the farmers market in Red Eye to sell his fruits and vegetables. But that Tuesday he came back really early. He barged in to his house and grabbed the old, rusty house phone.

He knocked down a few jars but he didn't seem to care. He was breathless and his voice was shacking.
What happened? I thought. Buster and I stood by Uncle Greg.

"Hello, Angela"!
Why was he calling Mrs.Carter and why did he sound so concerned.

"Hello, hello"?
"Greg, Gregory"?
They both sounded terrified.
"Angela I received your letter. Why didn't you call"?

"I couldn't Greg I couldn't talk to anyone".

I heard sobbing through the receiver. A letter? Mrs.Carter didn't say anything. Instead she was crying. I couldn't really understand what happened. All I heard was sobbing.

"Angela I'm coming".
Where?
He took care of the animals and got in his truck. I wanted to go too. So did Buster. If he was going to see the Carters then I could see Grace.

Buster and I were in the back seat. The road seemed peaceful. Someone was calling Greg's cellphone.
He had a cellphone?

"Angela I'm coming is Grace at the hospital"?