“I know. It’s horrible, but Barry 
just told me, it isn’t as bad as I     
thought, and he knows he can save the  
leg. I used that new splint we’ve been 
working on, and even Barry was         
impressed.                             
     “He might have a small limp, but  
other than that, he’ll be as good as   
new. Except,” and here she hesitated,  
“the kitten needs a quiet place for a  
couple days, and someone to be there in
case of complications. You know how    
generous Barry is. He lets people slide
all the time and doesn’t really have   
the money to hire a full-time          
overnighter.”                          
     “I know, and you guys fight about 
it all the freakin’ time,” and I also  
knew where she was going with this.    
     This wasn’t the first time, and   
* Barry was always there to help us out, 
like what he did last week on TV and   
also by keeping Grunt until things     
cooled down with the press a little.   
     “Of course, he can stay with us.” 
     “I knew you’d agree. That’s why I 
already said yes.”                     
     “You would,” I said and noticed   
that Johnson was waving at me.         
     “Look, I’ve got to go and get     
viciously mauled by the biggest fucking
German Shepard that I’ve ever seen in  
my whole fucking life. How’s Barry on  
human surgery? He any good?”           
     “You’ll survive,” she laughed.    
“Love you.”                            
     “Love you more,” I answered, and  
then we clicked off.                   
     As I followed Johnson in, I showed
the secretary my toothbrush, and if you
could give someone the finger with just
a look, hers would’ve done it.         



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