stomach turn over and my skin prickled. I couldnât do that to her.
âLet me take her to a vet,â I said, backing off a little.
The man looked up at me and I saw his eyes were a clear, strong gray. He looked like Iâd somehow disappointed him or, worse, let Fluffy down.
âYou can do that,â he said slowly, âbut then sheâd be stuck with this hook in her foot for another hour or so, and her paw would probably be bleeding longer.â
I looked at Fluffy. She was whimpering, her eyes liquid with pain.
âAll right,â I said. âWhat do I do?â
âWhatâs your name?â he asked.
âSierra Lavotini,â I said, my voice shaking.
âSierra, you can do this,â he said, his voice reassuring. âIt happens all the time to fishermen. Sheâll feel better as soon as itâs over.â
I wasnât so sure.
âWith one motion,â he said, âpush the barb through and out. Then pull the rest of the hook through. Iâll hold her as still as I can.â Fluffy, sensing something was about to happen, struggled against the man whose name Iâd never asked.
âEasy, sweetheart,â the man cooed. âGo, Sierra,â he said, his tone changing to a no-nonsense command.
âEasy, Fluff,â I breathed, and reached for her paw. Behind me I could hear shuffling feet and the intake of a collective breath. We had drawn a small crowd of Bahia Marâs patrons, all queued up like rubberneckers at a car accident, unable to pass and unwilling to look away.
Fluffy looked at me, her eyes trusting and full of the pain from the fish hook. I tried to find the switch I use in emergencies, the one that shuts down the emotions and makes me feel removed from the situation. Fluffy was my baby. No, I couldnât think like that. I grasped her paw firmly.
âI love you, Fluffy,â I whispered. Then I took a sharp breath, held it, and pushed the barb through Fluffyâs little paw. She screamed again, and tears poured down my face.
âEasy, Sierra,â my helper cautioned. âTake this.â He handed me a clean white handkerchief from his back pocket. âWrap it around her paw, tight, so it stems the blood flow, but not too tight.â
I wound the handkerchief around Fluffyâs tender paw and took her from the manâs lap. Fluffy was only whimpering now, no longer screaming. The man leaned over and carefully picked up the bloody hook, examining it.
âIt looks pretty new,â he said. âProbably made a clean wound, but you never know. Nowâs the time to get on to the vet. Thereâs an emergency clinic out on Tamiami Trail. You can walk right in with her.â
âThank you,â I said, my voice shaky.
âYouâd better get going,â he said, the gray eyes watching. âIâll help you get her to the car. I think you can manage to get her there by yourself, if sheâll lie still for you.â
âOh, Iâm not alone,â I said, turning to look for Raydean. She was gone. The people who had stood watching were wandering away, sensing that Fluffy was going to be all right and embarrassed to be caught openly gaping.
âWell, she was right here,â I said, bewildered. This was not what I needed. We had to get Fluffy to the emergency clinic.
âWhat does she look like?â my companion asked.
As the onlookers scattered, I saw Raydean sitting alone on a bench at the end of the dock, leaning forward. She had her head in her hands, rocking.
âThere she is,â I said, starting to move forward.
âYour mother?â he asked.
âNo, a friend of mine. We came down looking for another friend of mine. She used to live here. Denise Curtisâer, Corvase. You donât know her, do you?â
The man thought for a moment. âDenise Corvase,â he murmured. He shook his head. âCanât seem to place her. Friend of yours, you
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