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When the door chime announced Bo’s arrival the next morning, Scout slipped outside rather than let him in. The dogs ran out after her, anxious to go back to the park.
“Is everything all right?” Bo asked, trying to look into the room before Scout quite had the door closed.
“Geeta is sleeping,” Scout explained once the door was shut.
“That’s good,” Bo said. “And Emilie?”
“Lost in your library,” Scout said, “although I gather the Months sent her something similar.”
“I thought they would,” Bo said. “Shall we?”
Scout nodded, reaching for the cords in her belt pouch.
“Allow me?” Bo said, pulling a bundle out of his sleeve. “I had my manufacturing people craft some leads for you. They clip onto the collars; they’ll be easier to undo when we get to the park.”
“Thanks,” Scout said, taki
