“We’re having a class for volunteers here starting on Saturday.” If Mamie was to volunteer here, she’d need to participate in a class. Our insurance required it.
“Of course.” She hesitated. “Maybe someday I can even teach some of your classes.”
“You’ve certainly got the pet rescue background for it,” I agreed. As long as she didn’t suggest taking in more animals than could be safely handled and fed. And of course I’d be sure she didn’t. I would monitor everything she did.
Another SmART team member traversed the line from top to bottom, and we all watched. I reveled in the way the crowd oohed and aahed. I even saw, at the other side, that Detective Greshlam had in fact made it back for the demonstration—even though I doubted it was as unusual an event for a member of the police department. Maybe she had something to tell me about the saga of Lan’s arrest or Darya’s incarceration for Bethany’s murder. I’d ask her later.
For now, I drew closer to Matt, put my arm around him, and watched as one of the teams that reported to him continued to awe the visitors to HotRescues, and me, too—even as my mind veered off toward the additional animals we were about to take in.
We’d soon have room. I’d make certain it all worked out.
I smiled and looked on at the happy scene surrounding me.
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SIT, STAY, SLAY
NOTHING TO FEAR BUT FERRETS
FINE-FEATHERED DEATH
THE FRIGHT OF THE IGUANA
DOUBLE DOG DARE
NEVER SAY STY
HOWL DEADLY
FELINE FATALE
Pet Rescue Mysteries
BEAGLEMANIA
THE MORE THE TERRIER