Chapter 12
By the time Alamo arrived at my house the next morning, I wasn’t a mess of tears anymore, but it was a close thing when I saw that Mama was already up and in the kitchen preparing a basket to take to the hospital.
“Echo’s old lady called and said you were going in to see Killer.” Mama had a thermos of coffee in her hand. “This is for you, though. Don’t let that pup have anything them doctors don’t say he can have, you hear?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I accepted the thermos and went to open it, but she held out a cup.
“This is for now. That’s for when you get sleepier and don’t want to leave Killer’s side.” She pointed at a backpack. “There’s other things in there. He’s going to want a few odds and ends to be comfortable, and Echo doesn’t need to be carrying them.”
I glanced at the bag.
