Dammit, I can wait five years, can't I, and let her make her own decisions? What's wrong with me?" From the other side of the room I heard Kimmie say, "Okay, Mitch, out you go.Dammit, I can wait five years, can't I, and let her make her own decisions? What's wrong with me?" From the other side of the room I heard Kimmie say, "Okay, Mitch, out you go." The little six-legged cub leapt across the floor for the SDisk. Actually, Mitch isn't so little anymore. Of Karen's three kids, he's the biggest. I can barely carry him. Kimmie rose from the grooming couch and walked over to where Ember and I sat. "You gonna be okay?" she asked. "I thought Ember just asked that. Yeah, I'm gonna be okay." Ember rose, walked over to the couches and picked up the grooming combs to dunk them into the sterilizer. As she did, Kimmie put her hand on my knee and said, "I understand how you feel. |