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It took an hour and twenty stitches before Doc Abraham sent Diane and Annette on their way.
“I just hate leaving him,” Annette said as they got into Diane’s truck.
“Doc Abraham said he’d call you first thing in the morning when Nanuck comes around,” Diane shifted into four-wheel drive to get the truck out of Dr. Abraham’s unplowed yard. There’d be plenty of shoveling to do back home, but at least the conditions of the roads were improving, for now, as the plows had made a second pass. “I told you to keep him on a leash.”
“It’s not my fault, cauliste.” Annette said.
“I know, I’m tired.” Diane strained to see the road. The last thing she needed to be doing was to pick a fight. She couldn’t help but think of what would have happened if it had been Annette instead of Nanuck laying
