It started to get dark, and I started back toward the hospital. I heard something like a flute playing. I looked for the source, but I could see no one playing any instruments. A couple passed by me giggling and waving. They were in love. It was obvious. It had not been that long ago that I was in love too. My heart grew heavy, and pup started doing circles around my feet. He always did that when I was sad. I wished I could bend down and pick him up and scruff him on the neck, but that was impossible. I told myself my little fantasy of my ghost dog was not hurting anyone, and I continued toward the hospital. Eventually, I looked behind me, and pup was not there. I guess he wasn't going to leave that park. It made me wonder a little bit why but I just had too much else on my mind to worry about that too. Ghost dog wants to stay at the park, then ghost dog gets to do as he wants.

When I got back to Gran's room, mum had just finished eating. She told me to get to the cafeteria and get something. One of the nurses had brought her a plate because she refused to leave Gran even for a moment. She was starting to get a little ripe, but I knew better than to say anything to her. I hugged her with my bear hug that I usually only gave her on special occasions and headed toward the cafeteria. All of that walking had made me thirsty and hungry. I was looking forward to eating something salty, for sure. When I got to the cafeteria, it was pandemonium. I asked what was going on, and the response was TACO TUESDAY. The staff understood something that I did not. The cafeteria made delicious tacos, and on Tuesday, they were cheap. I smiled and said, I'm in. I can use a taco.