Double doors on the side of the low, white building opened and a tiny Chinese woman, who looked more like a girl, emerged followed by a tall, lanky, Hispanic man. "I'm Dr. Woo." She paused for a second by the truck window. "This is Dr. Hidalgo. Dr. Williams is inside, waiting. Let’s get her out." Irma piled out and headed for the trailer doors. She got them open and Dr. Hidalgo went in. Almost immediately the horse staggered out, the vet beside her, crooning sympathetically in Spanish. They headed toward the open doors of the building. Dr. Woo hurrying along behind, asking Irma all kinds of questions, making notes on a clip board as she went. I followed slowly, feeling about as useful as the fifth person on a double date. I was torn between thinking Irma might need me and being certain I would get in the way, but the doors were still open and no one said anything as I eased my way inside a large, open room. The concrete floor was covered with rubber mats, a hose hung from an overhead pulley, and white cupboards, each closed door with a label identifying its contents, lined another wall.
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