You look toward the window and say, "Isn't this peaceful? The Johnsons are so giving to let us use their house."
"You're also very giving," she says. "You're a nurse. You could sell to women you meet at the hospital." Then she sees me staring. "And what do you give?"
I think of my dogs, kenneled back in the city for this.
"You mean today?"
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