back.
Megan took a deep breath and headed down the hall. She peeked into each of the three exam rooms but found no one. Next, she went into the small area that was used as a break room for the staff. It held some chairs, a table, a refrigerator and a very worn recliner. Alan was resting in the recliner enjoying a cold soda.
“Hi, Alan.”
“Oh, hi, Meg.” Alan greeted her with his usual warm smile.
“Hi,” she returned with a smile. Alan was a jewel and Megan was thrilled her friend was so lucky… blessed to have him.
“Is Lee around?” she asked nervously.
“Well, he was, but he suddenly remembered an errand that needed his attention. He headed out just after you pulled up and Cindy took Sir out to you.”
“Oh.” Megan had a sinking suspicion Lee was avoiding her. Who could blame him after the unfair way she’d treated him?
“He did leave instructions for Sir’s care, though.” He handed her a piece of paper with typed words and a bottle of pills. “One is a prescription for an antibiotic you need to give Sir twice a day for the next two weeks. The other just explains how to best care for his wound. You really won’t have to worry a whole lot about that. God placed a natural ability in animals to care for themselves when they’re hurt.”
“Thanks.” Megan hoped she didn’t sound as disappointed as she felt.
“Did you need me to tell Lee something for you?” Alan asked.
“Uh…no, I don’t think so.” Cindy would probably fill her husband in on all the details. “I just wanted to thank him again for taking such excellent care of Sir. And…well, I’ll just tell him if I see him at church Sunday.”
“Okay, I’ll be sure to mention you asked about him.” Alan had a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
“It’s not like that. I just…” Finally, in embarrassed frustration, she blurted, “Oh, let Cindy explain it to you. I’ve got to go. I’ve left Sir in the car and he’s liable to drive off with it.”
“Okay, kiddo, if you’re sure there’s nothing else you need me to tell my old buddy Lee for you?” Alan teased.
“You know, I’m not sure who’s worse—you or your darling wife.” Megan took his good-natured teasing in stride.
“It’s a close race,” Alan admitted, without reluctance as he nodded his head.
“You bet it is. Gotta go, love ya. Tell Cindy I’ll see her Sunday.” She waved and rushed out the door.
As Megan pulled away from the clinic, she released an exasperated sigh. “Sir, it would seem my apology must wait until Sunday.”
When she looked in the rearview mirror, she saw the reflection of Sir with his head cocked sideways in understanding.
“You, my friend, are a great dog!” she bragged to his reflection.
Chapter Seven
Sunday morning dawned bright and beautiful. Megan awoke early, drank her usual cup of coffee, attended to Sir and began dressing for the morning church service.
Although it was late March, the winds were causing it to be a blustery day, so Megan chose a lightweight sweater with matching cardigan and skirt. The three-piece ensemble’s persimmon color complimented her complexion and eyes perfectly. She slipped her feet into a coordinating set of mules in a slightly darker shade and added her accessories of a watch, a set of pearl earrings and a matching bracelet, gifts from her mother on her twenty-first birthday. She then pulled her hair away from her face, securing it at the nape of her neck with a pearl hair clasp.
After adding a touch of mascara to her lashes and light gloss to her lips, she spent a few minutes with Sir giving him some instructions about behaving himself while she was away. She chuckled as she reminded herself that he really couldn’t understand her words. Giving him one more pat and again silently thanking God for keeping Sir safe, she headed out the door for church.
Megan parked at the bottom of the hill with the rest of the cars. Instead of immediately getting out of the car, she sat for a
Megan took a deep breath and headed down the hall. She peeked into each of the three exam rooms but found no one. Next, she went into the small area that was used as a break room for the staff. It held some chairs, a table, a refrigerator and a very worn recliner. Alan was resting in the recliner enjoying a cold soda.
“Hi, Alan.”
“Oh, hi, Meg.” Alan greeted her with his usual warm smile.
“Hi,” she returned with a smile. Alan was a jewel and Megan was thrilled her friend was so lucky… blessed to have him.
“Is Lee around?” she asked nervously.
“Well, he was, but he suddenly remembered an errand that needed his attention. He headed out just after you pulled up and Cindy took Sir out to you.”
“Oh.” Megan had a sinking suspicion Lee was avoiding her. Who could blame him after the unfair way she’d treated him?
“He did leave instructions for Sir’s care, though.” He handed her a piece of paper with typed words and a bottle of pills. “One is a prescription for an antibiotic you need to give Sir twice a day for the next two weeks. The other just explains how to best care for his wound. You really won’t have to worry a whole lot about that. God placed a natural ability in animals to care for themselves when they’re hurt.”
“Thanks.” Megan hoped she didn’t sound as disappointed as she felt.
“Did you need me to tell Lee something for you?” Alan asked.
“Uh…no, I don’t think so.” Cindy would probably fill her husband in on all the details. “I just wanted to thank him again for taking such excellent care of Sir. And…well, I’ll just tell him if I see him at church Sunday.”
“Okay, I’ll be sure to mention you asked about him.” Alan had a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
“It’s not like that. I just…” Finally, in embarrassed frustration, she blurted, “Oh, let Cindy explain it to you. I’ve got to go. I’ve left Sir in the car and he’s liable to drive off with it.”
“Okay, kiddo, if you’re sure there’s nothing else you need me to tell my old buddy Lee for you?” Alan teased.
“You know, I’m not sure who’s worse—you or your darling wife.” Megan took his good-natured teasing in stride.
“It’s a close race,” Alan admitted, without reluctance as he nodded his head.
“You bet it is. Gotta go, love ya. Tell Cindy I’ll see her Sunday.” She waved and rushed out the door.
As Megan pulled away from the clinic, she released an exasperated sigh. “Sir, it would seem my apology must wait until Sunday.”
When she looked in the rearview mirror, she saw the reflection of Sir with his head cocked sideways in understanding.
“You, my friend, are a great dog!” she bragged to his reflection.
Chapter Seven
Sunday morning dawned bright and beautiful. Megan awoke early, drank her usual cup of coffee, attended to Sir and began dressing for the morning church service.
Although it was late March, the winds were causing it to be a blustery day, so Megan chose a lightweight sweater with matching cardigan and skirt. The three-piece ensemble’s persimmon color complimented her complexion and eyes perfectly. She slipped her feet into a coordinating set of mules in a slightly darker shade and added her accessories of a watch, a set of pearl earrings and a matching bracelet, gifts from her mother on her twenty-first birthday. She then pulled her hair away from her face, securing it at the nape of her neck with a pearl hair clasp.
After adding a touch of mascara to her lashes and light gloss to her lips, she spent a few minutes with Sir giving him some instructions about behaving himself while she was away. She chuckled as she reminded herself that he really couldn’t understand her words. Giving him one more pat and again silently thanking God for keeping Sir safe, she headed out the door for church.
Megan parked at the bottom of the hill with the rest of the cars. Instead of immediately getting out of the car, she sat for a
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