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snapped a warning to Frank then turned back toward Catherine. One wrong move and Win would pounce on her. Even though Frank was a large man, he wasn't sure he could get Win away without giving the dog a chance to hurt Catherine.
"Don't you give a shit about me?” Catherine screamed, high-pitched and angry. “You're worthless."
Win rose on his hind legs, front paws on Catherine's chest. His jaws stopped inches from her throat, ready to rip into it. Frank looked back at Jim. He couldn't let Win hurt Catherine.
"Get to the bedroom. My hunting rifle is in the closet."
Jim moved instantly. Frank refocused on Catherine, her wide eyes staring at the dog. Frank eased closer, trying to put his hands between Catherine's throat and the dog's teeth. He got his left hand between them, and tried to ease the dog back. They had to be calm to get Win down. He looked deeply into Catherine's eyes, hoping to convey this when he realized they were both blue. Those were the old Catherine's eyes.
"Your eyes?"
The dog lunged, putting its teeth on Catherine's throat and Frank's hand. He didn't apply pressure though. Frank heard Jim running behind him, but Frank had the dog blocked with his body.
"I belong here,” Catherine cried, her voice raspy and hard.
"No, you don't.” She also answered, but the voice was softer, panicked, but still determined.
Win started applying pressure, and Catherine screamed. Frank shoved his hand into Win's mouth, pulling him down at the same time. The two wrestled for a moment on the floor, but Win never bit Frank, only tried to use his body to get back to Catherine.
"Don't shoot.” Catherine ran toward them and waved at Jim. “Win, it's okay. It's over. It's okay, boy."
As if the dog had learned some new command Frank was not aware of, he stopped. Catherine reached down and petted him. Instead of barking, he leaned to her with his tail wagging. He gave her sloppy wet kisses, happy without the slightest aggression.
Frank stayed sitting on the tiled floor. This time when Catherine looked at him, her green eye had returned. Her voice had also lost that shrill edge from moments before. She hugged the dog, practically held onto him for dear life.
"Please don't hurt Win. He wasn't going to hurt me.” She looked frightened, but not like before. This time her fears were for the dog who'd just been at her throat.
"Jim, would you take Win to your house for the night?"
Jim started forward without saying a word. His body moved with rigid intensity as he stepped towards the dog. Catherine moved between them, keeping Win behind her. After what had just happened, she protected the dog.
"You can't take Win. I want him to sleep with us tonight.” Panic filled her voice, her eyes growing wide. “Please. I have to keep the dog with me. I have to."
"Lady, you've got to be crazy.” Jim spoke, then brought his hand to his mouth.
She nodded, but Frank wasn't sure what she was agreeing to. She reached for the hunting rifle still in Jim's hands and put it on the floor. Without putting up any sort of argument, she led Win outside, closing the door behind them.
"What in the hell just happened?” Frank realized that he was sitting on the floor in a mess of dog hair and drool. A few scratches marked his forearms, but the dog hadn't drawn any blood.
"It's like what happened earlier.” Jim offered him a hand and helped him to his feet. “Strangest thing I've ever seen. I figure you know your wife, Frank, but it's like there's two of her. Like one of those multiple personality people.” He glanced to the back door then back to Frank. “What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know. I guess go on home. I'll stop by in a little bit. I need someone to talk to.” He picked up the rifle from the floor. “Did you notice Catherine's eyes just now?"
He waited, but Jim shook his head no. Shock clung to the old man's face. It had a hold of Frank too, but he didn't want to admit it. Not yet anyway. He needed logic to right this,
"Don't you give a shit about me?” Catherine screamed, high-pitched and angry. “You're worthless."
Win rose on his hind legs, front paws on Catherine's chest. His jaws stopped inches from her throat, ready to rip into it. Frank looked back at Jim. He couldn't let Win hurt Catherine.
"Get to the bedroom. My hunting rifle is in the closet."
Jim moved instantly. Frank refocused on Catherine, her wide eyes staring at the dog. Frank eased closer, trying to put his hands between Catherine's throat and the dog's teeth. He got his left hand between them, and tried to ease the dog back. They had to be calm to get Win down. He looked deeply into Catherine's eyes, hoping to convey this when he realized they were both blue. Those were the old Catherine's eyes.
"Your eyes?"
The dog lunged, putting its teeth on Catherine's throat and Frank's hand. He didn't apply pressure though. Frank heard Jim running behind him, but Frank had the dog blocked with his body.
"I belong here,” Catherine cried, her voice raspy and hard.
"No, you don't.” She also answered, but the voice was softer, panicked, but still determined.
Win started applying pressure, and Catherine screamed. Frank shoved his hand into Win's mouth, pulling him down at the same time. The two wrestled for a moment on the floor, but Win never bit Frank, only tried to use his body to get back to Catherine.
"Don't shoot.” Catherine ran toward them and waved at Jim. “Win, it's okay. It's over. It's okay, boy."
As if the dog had learned some new command Frank was not aware of, he stopped. Catherine reached down and petted him. Instead of barking, he leaned to her with his tail wagging. He gave her sloppy wet kisses, happy without the slightest aggression.
Frank stayed sitting on the tiled floor. This time when Catherine looked at him, her green eye had returned. Her voice had also lost that shrill edge from moments before. She hugged the dog, practically held onto him for dear life.
"Please don't hurt Win. He wasn't going to hurt me.” She looked frightened, but not like before. This time her fears were for the dog who'd just been at her throat.
"Jim, would you take Win to your house for the night?"
Jim started forward without saying a word. His body moved with rigid intensity as he stepped towards the dog. Catherine moved between them, keeping Win behind her. After what had just happened, she protected the dog.
"You can't take Win. I want him to sleep with us tonight.” Panic filled her voice, her eyes growing wide. “Please. I have to keep the dog with me. I have to."
"Lady, you've got to be crazy.” Jim spoke, then brought his hand to his mouth.
She nodded, but Frank wasn't sure what she was agreeing to. She reached for the hunting rifle still in Jim's hands and put it on the floor. Without putting up any sort of argument, she led Win outside, closing the door behind them.
"What in the hell just happened?” Frank realized that he was sitting on the floor in a mess of dog hair and drool. A few scratches marked his forearms, but the dog hadn't drawn any blood.
"It's like what happened earlier.” Jim offered him a hand and helped him to his feet. “Strangest thing I've ever seen. I figure you know your wife, Frank, but it's like there's two of her. Like one of those multiple personality people.” He glanced to the back door then back to Frank. “What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know. I guess go on home. I'll stop by in a little bit. I need someone to talk to.” He picked up the rifle from the floor. “Did you notice Catherine's eyes just now?"
He waited, but Jim shook his head no. Shock clung to the old man's face. It had a hold of Frank too, but he didn't want to admit it. Not yet anyway. He needed logic to right this,
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