Chapter 6
The radio played softy, the strains of a Four Seasons’ song barely audible over the whimpering of dogs and the pay-attention-to-me meows from cats. The Sugarbush Shelter, a no-kill facility, was home to Clara’s first patient of the day, and she welcomed the distraction. Though she thoroughly enjoyed her lunch with Miss Maggie the day before, the dilemma of what to do about the fourteenth began to worry her, enough so that she spent a portion of her night talking to the only other important man in her life, her giant rabbit, Tatters. He would, of course, be getting a little something extra for the day, besides having to wear the cute bowtie she found for him; which made him the cutest, most distinguished gentleman she knew. With a giggle she had apologized to a non-present Asher.
