Crouched in the corner of my baby girl's bedroom, we both shake, the three-legged mutt and the mother with a colony of fire ants multiplying in her brain. Hardly a fire-ant protection squad, but we would die to keep Maisie safe.
Ringo nudges my arm and wriggles close. His circle of trust is small, namely me, but then I rescued him after he collapsed in our driveway, deprived of food and love. Neither of us has eaten. I can't, and Ringo won't leave my side. Not tonight.
-- The Promise Between Us by Barbara Claypoole White
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