Cooking for Him
“I’m just doing my job…” the doctor said before her eyes glanced at the man before me.
It looked like she was about to say something but then decided not to. I cocked my head slightly to the side questioningly, but she never said anything more.
“You don’t have to worry about it. Just leave the cat here with me; I’ll take care of it until it can walk around like normal again,” the doctor promised reassuringly.
“Thank you so much. I was worrying about how I could take care of it. Pets aren’t allowed in the maids’ quarters, so…” I said apologetically before trailing off.
“I completely understand. Don’t worry,” she said sweetly.
After leaving the cat with the kind doctor, we headed back outside. I immediately felt guilty about skipping out on my work to save a cat, and my mind began wondering how many leaves had fallen all around the tree by now. Why did the tree have to shed so many leaves?