"Doesn't she have a broken leg?" "Yep." Phoebe grinned, dropped an arm over Carol's shoulders, and said, "She's in a walking cast, but there's nothing wrong with her twirling arm." Carol turned the stroller around and moved along with the crowd, drifting back toward North Pole Avenue. She kept one hand on Quinn's broad back, threading her fingers through his wiry gray hair, to keep him close in the crowd. Not that he'd ever willingly leave the baby's side, she thought. The big dog had become a canine nanny of sorts. He stood guard over the sleeping infant day and night, and when he did sleep, it was beside her crib. Carol smiled to herself. It was hopeless, she thought. Both she and her dog were already in love with the baby. If she had to give Lizardbaby up, it was going to kill her. Journal Entry They're looking for me. Everyone's talking and speculating. The sheriff is asking lots of questions and even the kids in town are looking at each other and wondering.
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