“I have no idea what I’m doing. We’re going to have to call Chad,” Lydia eventually said. “As much as I love this whole “sisters are doin’ it for ourselves” approach…we can’t see inside. And we need to see what’s going on.”
“Okay,” Tasha said, sitting up on the couch again and covering herself. Her stomach grumbled. “But can we get ice cream first?” 3
After ice cream, and a spontaneous tryst in the backseat of their car, they finally arrived at Chad’s vet clinic. The doors were locked since it was Monday, the one day the clinic was closed to appointments. Chad had yet to arrive as well, having been caught in Montreal rush-hour traffic after responding to their texts the best he could.Something bad, don’t understand, and can’t see a cis doctor, was what Tasha had written. Chad, as always, said simply, see you in five.
Lydia now looked at her phone and counted the minutes. “It’s been more than five, Chad,” she huffed. “I’m freezing.”