Chapter 5
My pace quickened. I needed to get to the veterinary clinic. Calls to Jack and the diplomat informed them I would be delayed.
At the nearby vet’s office, I said to the receptionist, “Where’s Tracy Dominion?”
“Room two.” She pointed down the left hallway.
I hoped she understood upset and abrupt people.
In the examination room, my mother’s strong posture indicated her distress. My heart raced seeing Maori lying immobile on the table. Even her hair had dulled.
Our regular vet looked up. “Not good news, I’m afraid, Tari. Maori has a stomach tumor. That’s why she’s been throwing up.”
I glared at my mother. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It only happened twice, and in the last week. Maori didn’t seem very upset.”
The harshness of my statement upset my mother, so I gave her a hug.
