REINER
Remember, four o'clock, Becky's voice rang in my head as I waited for the pups' daycare to open to pick them up.
Needless to say, the very next moment, my phone vibrated: it was a text from her, reminding me of the daycare's tight schedule policy. One minute late in the morning meant not letting them in: and every minute late in retrieving them, was a 1 dollar penalty.
You're already there, aren't you?
Yes, since 3:40, I reassured her. They'll open any minute.
A few seconds passed.
Okay - I shouldn't be late tonight.
Take it easy and take your time. I'll see you later.
The next moment, the school bell rang: the kindergarten door opened automatically, and I followed the stream of parents, grandparents, and babysitters inside the school.
The children's daycare was a great pla
