Chapter 13
The parking lot of the Sugarbush Shelter was full of vehicles. Clara lucked into the last spot. It warmed her heart to see a large turn out and she hoped it meant a lot of rescues were being adopted into loving homes. Despite the chill in the air, big fluffy clouds racing across the sky, the doors to the shelter stood open. Clara nodded at a few people she recognized from day to day life, like her mailman and the guy who ran the post office to the local librarian, and stepped into the main room of Morty’s shelter. He stood behind the counter, beaming, as he helped a new owner finish filling out their paperwork. It looked to Clara like the rabbits were on their way to a good home.
She gave Morty a little wave, but remained in the background until he finished up. All over the of
