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“How will I get him home?” I asked worriedly.

“There is some calming medication that I can give him that’ll get him there,” he continued. “Reintroduce the car to him gradually. But don’t push him if he’s not ready.”

After a few more minutes of back and forth, I told him I would pick Rufus up before closing time and hung up.

“He’s okay?” she asked, hope filling her voice.

“He’s fine.” I sighed. “Within reason, anyway.”

I then explained everything that the vet told me.

We were almost to the building as she said, “I’m coming with you.”

I wanted to reach out and squeeze her hand, but remembered her saying she wanted to spend the first little bit of her time here not being associated with the Carters.

I understood.

Truly, I did.

At least, my brain did.

My heart, not so much.

I love pretty things, coffee and F-words.

—Bindi to Garrett

BINDI

I’d spent the majority of the day with a smile on my face.

Anytime I got to stretch my brain and use my language skills was always a good day.

I’d had an eventful day, too.

I’d assisted multiple officers with conversing with people over the phone. I’d helped multiple people in the lobby speak with other officers about crimes, helped others pay tickets or fines, and even once helped a lost woman find her way back home.

Which in the end was quite hilarious seeing as I was blind.

And everyone I worked with was great.

Like really great.

“Hey, do you have time to help with one more thing before you sign off?” I heard asked.

I looked up in the direction of the assistant that was assigned to me, Melody Nesmith, and nodded.

“Thanks,” she said. “I’ll take you.”

I got up, and poor, exhausted Rooster groaned.

He’d done a lot of walking and guiding today, and I knew that took a lot out of him.

“Hey, wait a second,” I asked.

“Sure,” Melody said.

I opened my desk and pulled out a bone for Rooster.

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