The man tried to set Betty on her feet to walk her outside. She took a few decent steps, but then buckled and lolled forward. He picked her up, made a call on his cellular phone, and walked out into the grey afternoon. Betty sniffed the air and licked his hand. Everything felt strange and slurred.
The lady was coming in the car, busy picking up the kids from school and heading back to where they were at the clinic. The sky was grey and Betty smelled the rain even before it fell. The clinic was closing and the man just wanted to hold Betty and walk.
Betty liked how he talked to her, sweetly telling her about the houses as they passed, asking who she really was and how had she really come to them and wherefrom. The rain and the talk and the steady movement along the sidewalk made everything feel like a dream so Betty just lay still and thankful to be in warm arms and familiar smells.
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