“Later,” Clare said with a sniffle, consulting her watch. “Right now, I have an exam.”
That afternoon, buoyed by the relief of ticking off the latest step on her seemingly endless journey to become a veterinarian, Anna once again parked her car outside the home of Marvelle Jones, pedigree cat breeder, at the end of Sutton Street.
She passed through the hallway and even touched a tacky figurine of a white Persian with tenderness. Such was her good mood, the cats’ sullen faces and demanding yowls couldn’t even put a damper on it. She located the two blue air freight cages and decided to place them by the cats’ bowls so the stress of the next day’s exams wouldn’t make her forget to deliver Bob and Chopper to the airport.
Strangely, it appeared the pack of chicken necks were not much smalle
