The clinic released her around dinnertime. Josh’s parents reluctantly put her in a cab after she insisted she was fine. Ten minutes after she got back to her condo, all of Josh’s stuff was packed into his duffel and sitting on her front stoop.
Snowball watched her with ears perked into full alert mode. “I’m sorry, Snowball, I know you love Josh. But you’re going to have to stay with me. Josh has no business adopting a dog. I promise he can visit you, and you can visit him on the base. We’ll work it out.”
When she was done ejecting his stuff from her place, she scrawled a note and pinned it to the canvas material of his bag.
Saved you the trouble of packing. And yes, I did let you win at Monopoly.
Pretty childish, she had to admit. But, then again, she wasn’t a full-fledged mother yet.
