Sara backed in toward Esmerelda"s garage and opened her tailgate. Esmerelda saw her and crossed the driveway from the patient building with Mimie on her heels. “I can take the dogs over the weekend,” Sara said.
“Oh, thank goodness,” Esmerelda said. “Tomorrow"s Thanksgiving Eve and there"s so much to do. Some of the patient"s families will be eating dinner here.”
“The dogs won"t be here much longer,” Sara said. “What if the Sheriff calls and wants them while I have them? Should I bring them back so you can say goodbye?”
“No, you take them. I"ll just give them big hugs each time you pick them up,” Esmerelda said. “Give them as much love as I can before they"re gone.” She looked around. “Where is Demetrio?”
Tripp, as usual, appeared out of nowhere and startled them both. Even Esmerelda se
