i can feel the dog fear from a block away, before i can see the features of the face. little raya halted and mister dawdled and they had to pass to get to school. she did face her fear and it seemed that underneath was fascination and the wish to be free of the fear, it felt like the fear was the animal she feared, not really mister, mister was the animal her fear projected onto. mark asks my name and mister's and his and his daughter's, so we all know each other, having passed by for years with smiles and nods, but now raya is moving independently on her bike, and can't quite pass with her fear. yet she does for a moment, she touches his fur and smiles. then when she starts to pass and mister turns toward her her fear turns on her again and her face becomes the face of fear. 

then she can't move, and we're at the alley and a garbage truck waits for us to pass. past 
the alley she rides like the wind.