Chapter Three
“Well, I’ll let you know,” I said cheerfully to Anita Olsen, the woman who wanted to foster Rufus. My cheer was all manufactured, but I didn’t want to tell her to her face that there was no way in the world I’d leave my latest rescue with her. No, I’d handle that unpleasant necessity via the safe distance provided by email. “I just have to check on a few things, but you should hear from me by tomorrow at the latest.”
“Great,” she said, all smiles as she walked me over to the spot where my Prius was parked in front of her house. “I can’t wait!”
Somehow, I managed to return her smile, but then I got in the car and pulled away as quickly as I could without being rude. What a waste of time. Anita had assured me her place would be just perfect for Rufus, but that obviously had
