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Last visit to one who knows
Kirby was doing his best to pull my arm out of my shoulder socket. He was dragging me down the street, sniffing at every lamppost, tree, and blade of grass as he went.
It had gotten very cold last night, almost down to freezing. I couldn’t believe it was March and almost Easter.
Fine; it wasn’t freezing, but it was unseasonably cold. For people who were born and raised in Vancouver, or Lotus Land as some people called it, we just weren’t used to it being this cold for this long. Yes, rainy or cloudy days we could handle, although we would grump about it to everyone, but not this cold.
I had contacted Joy that morning. She told me she would drop over to my house tonight. The hospital was going to keep Edgar overnight for observation since the car they had
