The vet stepped into the break room and interrupted my train of thought.
"Renee, can you come help me, please? We've got an emergency, and I could use another set of hands."
"Sure," I said, ripping out the ad from the back page and stuffing it in the pocket of my monkey scrubs. "I'll be right there. Let me wash my hands." I pulled my long, black hair into a scrunchie and went back to work. There'd be time for dreaming about "the car" later.
Dean
The aroma of fresh pine tar after the refreshing afternoon rain filled my senses. The lawn was even greener than usual. I loved mowing lawn, riding the mower, feeling the powerful vibrations beneath me and seeing the neat and clean precision-trimmed expanse of green, green grass it left behind. No neighbor of mine could say I didn't take care o
