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"Slim got attacked by a dog."

Lee grimaced. "Slim being Frances?" she asked.

"Right. Anyway, it didn't hurt her much, but she fell down and got
some cuts. I was afraid she'd bleed all over the place if she tried to
walk home, so I left her there with Rusty. They're on top of that
snack stand." "What about the dog?" Lee asked.

"It was still there when I left. But it can't get to them as long as
they stay on the roof."

"So the idea is to drive out and rescue them?"

"That's it," I said.

"No problem. Just let me have a minute to get dressed. Go ahead and
grab yourself a Coke. You look like you could use one."

"Okay. Thanks."

"If you want to wash up or something, feel flee."

I nodded, and she left the kitchen. When she was out of sight, I
sighed.

Cheer up, I told myself. She'll be back.

But "dressed."

Sighing again, I stepped over to the sink. I washed the dried blood
off my hands, then splashed cold water onto my face. I used a wet
paper towel to clean the sweat and grime off my arms and chest and
belly. After that, I took a Coke bottle out of the refrigerator and
pried its cap off.

I only managed a few swallows before Lee came in. She looked almost
the same as before. Now, however, white shorts showed below the
hanging front of her shirt. She wore white sneakers, but no socks.
"Ready to go?" she asked. "All set."

"Want me to drive?"

"Sure." I tossed the keys to her. She caught them, then stepped past
me and grabbed her purse off the table.

On our way to the front door, she said, "We'll come straight back here
unless Slim turns out to need a doctor or something."