This hard little bed at the nursing home was just not her bed, in her house. With her Strudel next to her. Strudel the Street Poodle. That's what she'd named the tiny rescue dog when the veterinarian had first introduced them two months ago. The dog and she were both elder...
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"Yeah. It smells just like Olvera Street.""Why thank you, Oliver," Joe said."What's Olvera Street?" Camilla asked."It's in L.A.," Joe answered over his shoulder. "You from Southern Cali, kid?"From the back Camilla watched Oliver shrink down and hunch his shoulders in what she had come to call his...
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