“She’s just old, I guess. She takes a pill for her liver and another one for her kidneys. But anything could go wrong, at that age.”

Mr. Caruthers hesitates. “I hate to say this, but maybe she just figures she’s had enough. She’s done all she can and it’s time to go.”

“Maybe that’s it.”

Mollie gives my fingers a last swipe with her tongue and settles at Mr. Caruthers’s feet, leaning against his legs. From some distant room comes the bark of a forlorn dog in its cage. The receptionist looks up at us, then swiftly back to whatever’s lying on her desk.

“You sound like you have a real affection for animals, miss,” says Mr. Caruthers. “You must’ve had a pet or two, when you were little.”

“Me? No, I’m afraid not. Well, I brought home strays all the time, but my mother wouldn’t let me keep them.”

“Why not?”

I reach to straighten Mollie’s ear, which has flopped over the top of her head. “According to Mama, taking care of me was trouble enough.”

Lindquist emerges alone from the examining room about fifteen minutes later, pale and dry-eyed.

“Well?” I ask.

She glances to Mr. Caruthers and back to me. “Could I speak to you for a moment?”

We step outside, in the shade of a squat palm. She is all business. “I’m afraid there’s no hope. It’s heart failure. Dr. Alba wanted to put her down right away, but I’d like the children to say good-bye first.”

“I can drive back and fetch them for you.”

“Would you? Olle’s flying right now, and I wouldn’t let Kaiko inside my car to park it, even with the cast off.”

I attempt a smile. “You’re sure you trust me behind the wheel?”

“Oh, Janey. That’s the least of my worries, believe me. I’ll just wait here with Sandy.” She shades her eyes and glances to the door. “Make her as comfortable as I can. God knows she deserves that much from me.”

Lindquist telephones ahead, so the children are waiting in the front office at school, satchels neat and hair askew. As I bustle them into the back of the car, I realize I haven’t the faintest idea what to say to them. Tadpoles are mysterious creatures to me. Innocent one second, worldly the next, so you never know what kind of tone to assume. Surely they are familiar with the concept of death, though? I start the engine and glance in the mirror at their taut little faces.

“Everybody ready?” I say cheerfully. They nod.