Elsa took a long, steady drag off of her cigarette, a bit of ash falling onto the lap of her navy blue jeans.

“Yea, I still can’t believe it.”

Her eyes settled just past Jimmy’s face, a dazed look on hers as she continued.

“Jesus, my dog, was Del the whole time.”

Jimmy cleared his throat and tried hard not to let his skepticism into the daylight.

“I was walking him in the cemetery by my house, like we did every night, and he bit my arm!” Elsa waved her heavily tattooed, bandaged arm in Jimmy’s face.

“I couldn’t believe it, Jesus had never bit me. I screamed and then he…” Elsa paused and bit her lip, trying to choose her next words carefully.

“He fucking turned into Del. Like physically. Del was standing there on two legs, naked, with my blood sponged around his mouth.”