“Any luck?” Tami walks back into the living room and takes the glass to the kitchen sink. Eric hangs up the phone.
“Nope, left him another message,” he says, glancing over as Julie walks in. “How’s he doing?”
“Well, we can certainly see why we don’t have that dog,” Tami says, pointing to herself. “Pills? Thermometers? Fluffing pillows?”
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