Skepticism

Jo ran around the north corner of the big, wild hedge that helped obscure the back of Rock's shack-like, one-room house from the rest of the neighborhood, and Rock was stunned.
The thing is, Jo was dead. Rock had buried her nearly two months earlier. When he last saw her, she was frail and withered from malnourishment and now was in his backyard as muscular and energetic as ever.
Rock was overjoyed. He was also embarrassed. Several Little Rock Hashers who said kind words to him as he grieved Jo's death were at this house. Each, of course, seemed skeptical.
"What's this?" one said. "I thought you said Jo died."
"I can't explain it," Rock said. "She died in my den. I buried her in the back yard, but when I walked out my backdoor this morning, there she was."
He understood how unbelievable this was, but his pleasure overwhelmed everything.