gave her plenty of time to get as big as a walrus.
Returning from Carmel in the pickup—the back of which was filled with packages
and a perfectly formed Christmas tree—Einstein slept half on Nora’s lap. He was
worn out from his busy day with Jim and Pooka. They got home less than an hour
before dark. Einstein led the way toward the house—
—but suddenly stopped and looked around curiously. He sniffed the chilly air,
then moved across the yard, nose to the ground, as if tracking a scent.
Heading toward the back door with her arms full of packages, Nora did not at
first see anything unusual in the dog’s behavior, but she noticed that Travis
had halted and was staring hard at Einstein. She said, “What is it?”
“Wait a second.”
Einstein crossed the yard to the edge of the woods on the south side. He stood
rigid, head thrust forward, then shook himself and moved on along the perimeter
of the forest. He stopped repeatedly, standing motionless each time, and in a
couple of minutes he came all the way around to the north.
When the retriever returned to them, Travis said, “Something?”
Einstein wagged his tail briefly and barked once: Yes and no.
Inside, in the pantry, the retriever laid out a message.
FELT SOMETHING.
“What?” Travis asked.
DON’T KNOW.
“The Outsider?”
MAYBE.
“Close?”
DON’T KNOW.
“Are you getting your sixth sense back?” Nora asked.
DON’T KNOW. JUST FELT.
“Felt what?” Travis asked.
The dog composed an answer only after considerable deliberation.
BIG DARKNESS.
“You felt a big darkness?”
Yes.
“What’s that mean?” Nora asked uneasily.
CAN’T EXPLAIN BETTER. JUST FELT IT.
Nora looked at Travis and saw a concern in his eyes that probably mirrored the
expression in her own.
A big darkness was out there somewhere, and it was coming.
3
Christmas was joyous and fine.
In the morning, sitting around the light-bedecked tree, drinking milk and eating
homemade cookies, they opened presents. As a joke, the first gift that Nora gave
Travis was a box of underwear. He gave her a bright orange and yellow muumuu
obviously sized for a three-hundred-pound woman: “For March, when you’ll be too
big for anything else. Of course, by May you’ll have outgrown it.” They
exchanged serious gifts, also—jewelry and sweaters and books.
But Nora, like Travis, felt the day belonged to Einstein more than to anyone
else. She gave him the portrait on which she had been working all month, and the
retriever seemed stunned and flattered and delighted that she had seen fit to
immortalize him in paint. He got three new Mickey Mouse videotapes, a pair of
fancy metal food and water bowls with his name engraved on them to replace the
plastic dishes he had been using, his own small battery powered clock that he
could take with him to any room in the house (he was showing an increasing
interest in time), and several other presents, but he Was repeatedly drawn to
the portrait, which they propped against the wall for his inspection. Later,
when they hung it above the living-room fireplace, Einstein stood on the hearth
and peered up at the picture, pleased and proud.
Like any kid, Einstein perversely took almost as much pleasure in playing With
empty boxes, crumpled wrapping paper, and ribbons as he did with the gifts
themselves. And one of his favorite things was a joke gift: a red Santa
cap with a white porn-porn on the tip, which was held on his head by an elastic
strap. Nora put it on him just for fun. When he saw himself in a mirror, he was
so taken with his appearance that he objected when, a few minutes later, she
tried to take the cap off him. He kept it on most of the day.
Jim Keene and Pooka arrived in the early afternoon, and Einstein herded them
straight into the living room to look at his portrait above the mantel. For an
hour, watched over by Jim and Travis, the two dogs played together in the back
yard. That activity, having been preceded by the excitement of the morning’s
gift-giving, left Einstein in need of a nap, so they returned to the house,