The next after Church, Shawn was put through a pretty heavy lesson by Mrs. Worthington. The acting class lasted two hours. Mom had insisted that Shawn attend this Sunday. She really wanted Shawn to get another shot at a big movie.
Mom had never asked Shawn about what Dad had taken him to the previous Sunday and neither Shawn nor Dad had spoke about the Church, the Sermon, or Dad's strange reaction to what the priest had said. Still, Shawn had found his Dad reading the Bible that Monday late at night in the office just before Shawn went to bed. On Wednesday, Dad called in sick to work--something he never did. And finally on Friday, Dad didn't travel to anther city for work, didn't work any late hours and didn't fall asleep on the couch with the TV on. Instead, Shawn heard him reading in the office all night long. It sounded, from Shawn's room, like a murmuring and Shawn couldn't quite understand the words.
Now as Shawn lay on the could, he wondered absently where Dad was when the door opened.
"Howdy Family!" Dad said in an overly friendly voice. He was wearing a suit which seemed to be stained with mud, prints of some animal running up the side of his leg.
"Look what I have! The new family dog!" Next to him, there was a dog, full grown.
