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Avo Meets Liberty

A five-minute observation from the neighborhood

“Well hello there,” the man calls out in a drawl sounding like honey poured over gritty gravel. “Looks like your pup wants to make friends.” Me and Avo stop our walk, not far from my car.

Avo lunges at his beagle, her whole body vibrating with excitement. I loosen the leash, and the two dogs dive into their ritual of sniffing and circling. The scent of Old Spice drifts from the man as he approaches.

“She sure does,” I say. My NPR tote bag suddenly feels heavy on my shoulder.

Thank God he doesn’t ask about Avo’s name. Short for avocado. My ex thought it was cute. Now it feels like a neon sign.

“Oh, this here’s Liberty,” he says with a chuckle. His eyes crinkle beneath a faded red baseball cap with an eagle emblem. “Named her after what this country’s supposed to stand for.”

The beagle rockets around Avo like a furry ping-pong ball. My palms start to sweat as I notice his T-shirt: “Don’t Tread on Me” stretched across his barrel chest.

“She steal things?” I ask.

“Lord, yes. Socks mostly. Drags ’em right under the porch. Built herself a whole collection down there.”

“Avo goes for shoes.” I glance at my Prius. Can he see the “Coexist” bumper sticker from here?

He extends a weathered hand. “I’m Wyatt.”

“Derek.” His grip is firm, calloused. I force a smile while my mind races.

“You live around here long, Derek?”

“Couple years now. You?” I shift my bag, hoping the NPR logo faces away from him.

“‘Bout fifteen. Moved down from Tennessee after my Martha passed.” His voice softens. “Liberty here keeps me company, don’t you, girl?”

“Sorry about your wife,” I say.

“Thank you kindly. She’d have loved this neighborhood back then. Different now, though. They keep pushin’ folks like me out.”

“How so?” The question slips out before I can stop myself.

Wyatt spits into the grass. “You can’t trust nothin’ in the mainstream papers. All lies. I get my news from Truth Social, mostly. Print out the real stuff, but I gotta burn half of it. Too dangerous to keep around.” He winks. “They watch everything, Derek. Everything.”

Mrs. Henderson rounds the corner, walking her golden retriever. She waves. “Morning, Derek! How’s the new solar panel installation going?”

My stomach drops. Wyatt’s eyes narrow slightly.

“Your neighborhood seems pretty peaceful to me,” I say, hoping to redirect.

“That’s what they want you to think. New people movin’ in. Different kinds of people, if you catch my meaning. People with fancy cars and fancy ideas.”

The sweat beads on my forehead. Do I challenge him? Walk away? His eyes search my face, testing me, trying to figure out which side I’m on.

“Well, never mind all that,” he says, his voice shifting back to gentle. “Liberty don’t care about politics, do you, girl?”

“Smart priorities,” I say, my voice shaky.

“She don’t like thunderstorms, though. Crawls right up on my bed.”

“Avo hides in the bathroom during storms.” I’m grateful for the safe topic.

“Dogs got more sense than people sometimes.”

Wyatt glances toward my car, squinting. “You know, we’re havin’ a neighborhood watch meeting next Tuesday. You should come. We need folks who understand what’s really happening.” He pauses. “‘Course, we all gotta see eye to eye. Can’t have troublemakers.”

My mouth goes dry. “Oh, that sounds…”

“You oughta come by sometime. Liberty’d love to see Avo again. I’m just down the street, blue house with the flag display out front.”

“We’d like that,” I lie.

We wave, heading opposite directions. Avo looks back once at her new friend, tail still wagging. I think about how easily dogs connect, how they don’t calculate risks.

The walk back to my car feels longer than it should. My keys jingle as I fish them from my pocket. The “Coexist” bumper sticker catches the afternoon light, and I wonder if Wyatt can still see it. I wonder if he’s watching.

I wonder how many neighbors I truly know, and how many I only think I do. More importantly, I wonder what Wyatt knows about me.

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