The morning had that coppery October smell\u2014wet leaves, cold metal, coffee. The kind of air that makes you tuck your chin into your scarf and walk faster, as if winter is a person catching up behind you. I\u2019d dropped Molly at Dr. Martinez\u2019s office for her Tuesday wound check and rubbed that soft folded ear she leans into my palm every time, the one the groomer says is \u201ccharmingly disobedient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBe good,\u201d I whispered as the tech lifted her like a sack of flour. \u201cNo flirting with Dr. M.\u201d<\/p>\n
She thumped her tail exactly twice, dignified but pleased, and disappeared through the swinging door. Tuesdays had become our ritual: vet, an hour to kill, pick up coffee somewhere that smells like cinnamon. I didn\u2019t need anything. I told myself that as I pushed open the bell-laden<\/p>\n
door at Second Chances and was greeted by the high, citrus-clean scent of detergent and old wood. I always tell myself I don\u2019t need anything, and still I leave with a casserole dish I\u2019ll use once and a sweater that\u2019s almost the color of pumpkin bread. Read more below<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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