Liberty's Sparkle (5)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (5)"
   
   Liberty awoke from the sea of turbulent dreams, flying skyways all night in the wild blue yonder, seeing her Dad as the airman he was--a jet mechanic specifically; nonetheless, it was nice to see Dad, even if he was now anchored deep into the Earth and under a macabre gravestone, so it seemed, and so cold and lonely below Terra's tough terrain.
   When she went out the door dressed for work, it hit her:  "Spanky!?!"
   She had forgotten about her little, wily terrier, always reminded of his presence by him pestering for people food.  She knew he wasn't in the apartment, and that an escape or her stupid mistake may have led him out into the cruelty of the real world, where people were out for themselves, thinking girls a punching bag for their carnal thrusts, nothing more.
   But as she took a step forwards, Faye's door opened, and after a kiss goodbye to both guys with shaved heads and covered in the warpaint of insidious-looking tattoos, the Goth girl eyed Liberty and said:  "I got a visitor last night--your little friend."
   Next, the rascally and small Spanky came dancing out of Faye's apartment door, leaping into Liberty's loving arms and lusciously licking her face like a child in love with a multi-flavored lollipop.
   At that point, all was right for Liberty in life.  And Faye smiled a friendly, sympathetic grin in her meek neighbor's direction. 
   Liberty happily blurted out:  "Thank you Faye.  Thank you."