Chapters (67)
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‘There’s some hope, whereas yesterday I didn’t hold out any at all, I was weighing up whether to suggest that we let him go, but something about him just tipped the balance, maybe something in the look he gave me. He’s a tough little dog and it didn’t seem to me as if he was wanting to give up, so it was worth a go. I’ll keep him in, not sure yet for how long, and we’re monitoring him all the time, but the signs are pointing the right way.’
Through the usual tiredness at the end of a packed day, Cat felt a rush of energy and optimism, as Wookie’s heart beat strongly under her hand and he gave a small snuffle.
A nurse put her head round the door. ‘Dr Deerbon’s son is in reception – he wants to know if he can come in and see Wookie.’
But Sam wasn’t waiting for a reply, he was in the room.
‘It’s good for him to hear another voice he knows.’
Sam stroked the dog’s head, then bent and spoke in his ear. ‘You’re doing fine, Wookster, you’re winning. Hang on in there.’
In the car, Cat looked at her messages, replying to one or two. Sam had tears in his eyes and he needed to wipe them away while she was occupied, though he had never been ashamed of being a boy who cried readily.
‘Home,’ Cat said eventually. ‘Nothing else today. Thanks for chauffeuring again, Sambo.’ She did turn to him then. ‘How long are you staying, by the way – because you might find yourself with a permanent job. I quite like driving but this makes a big difference to my working day when the weather is foul and I’m stressed.’
Sam started the car. ‘Wookie’s going to be fine,’ he said, ‘I could tell. Is K in tonight?’
‘Not till very late and Felix is at the Dills’. We repay the favour by having Marcus on Friday for Super Mario.’
‘Good.’
‘We could pick up fish and chips if you like? And you can tell me about your decision to leave midwifery. They’ll keep hot if you put your foot down.’
‘Is that a challenge?’
Thirty-Seven
So, where next? He had pulled into the side of the lane for a car coming the other way, and sat on, trying to decide. Home? But he felt the need to talk – about what though? Whether he should have a long weekend away? Where he might go? Who with?