My neighbor, a nurse at a local hospital, arrives home from work at 3:30 pm while I'm outside.
"How's your day?" she asks casually.
"Not good," I answer.
"Mine either!" she answers.
We trade information. When I tell her about Na'ilah's attack on Sam, she tells me about something that happened two weeks ago.
She got up in the wee hours of the night, as usual, to go to work.
Lailah, their lovable pit bull, started barking and demanding to go out into the back yard--unlike her usual polite "Woof" to go out and do her business.
Diane let her out but noticed a big orange tabby running for cover under a wood platform. She brought her dogs back in to let the cat escape and put them out again later when she left for work.
End of story.
It had to be Sam, though Diane's home is two houses away from me, a total of four houses away from Sam's own back yard on the street behind our lots.
We exchanged histories about the possums, rats, cats, and birds the dogs have dragged in.
Kujo is her current Rottweiler, but the previous one once brought her the leg of a cat. Nothing more.
Sam, you've been living on the edge all these years. Game's up, unfortunately.
As for Diane's bad day, a patient died, a 65-year-old woman who had cardiac surgery this morning. The woman had postponed it for a month, waiting for her daughter to be able to come down from Alaska.
As T.S. Eliot wrote, "April is the cruellest month..."
"How's your day?" she asks casually.
"Not good," I answer.
"Mine either!" she answers.
We trade information. When I tell her about Na'ilah's attack on Sam, she tells me about something that happened two weeks ago.
She got up in the wee hours of the night, as usual, to go to work.
Lailah, their lovable pit bull, started barking and demanding to go out into the back yard--unlike her usual polite "Woof" to go out and do her business.
Diane let her out but noticed a big orange tabby running for cover under a wood platform. She brought her dogs back in to let the cat escape and put them out again later when she left for work.
End of story.
It had to be Sam, though Diane's home is two houses away from me, a total of four houses away from Sam's own back yard on the street behind our lots.
We exchanged histories about the possums, rats, cats, and birds the dogs have dragged in.
Kujo is her current Rottweiler, but the previous one once brought her the leg of a cat. Nothing more.
Sam, you've been living on the edge all these years. Game's up, unfortunately.
As for Diane's bad day, a patient died, a 65-year-old woman who had cardiac surgery this morning. The woman had postponed it for a month, waiting for her daughter to be able to come down from Alaska.
As T.S. Eliot wrote, "April is the cruellest month..."
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