“I’m glad you had the idea,” Rachel said as she drove. “I could kick myself for not having thought of it myself.”
“You’ve been busy,” Olivia said as she adjusted her seatbelt more comfortably on her shoulder. “Do you know where you’re going?”
“Yes, it’s been a while, but I remember the way. The shelter is in the country near New Smyrna Beach,” Rachel said. “Practically in no man’s land.”
“I was just concerned that maybe the poor cats hadn’t been adopted. Eneida always took home the most pathetic cases, the least adoptable.” Olivia adjusted her sunglasses as she snuggled into the seat. “I love cats. They are my personal favorite, yet I don’t have any.”
“Her cats are probably still there. Don’t get upset if we find them. At least they won’t be killed like in other shelters,” Rachel said,
