shortly.â
âOkay,â I say. I canât help but feel a twinge of worry. What if we have a real emergency while both vets are out?
I donât think about that for long. There are chores to do. The first hour passes quickly. We clean the exam rooms, wash and refill the water dishes in all the occupied kennel cages, and bring the files and calendar up to date. Then we start to run out of things to do. The five of us keep as busy as we can doing whatever we can think of to do. By the time another half hour passes, the entire clinic is spotless. Every surface and piece of equipment shines. Every item, from penicillin to paper clip, is stowed in its proper place. Every dog has been fed, and all the kenneled cats have clean, fresh litter boxes.
Iâm in the reception area thinking about calling Mom at the hospital when the phone rings. I cross my fingers and check my watch as I pick it up. Dr. Mac left almost an hour ago, but Mrs. Creighton and Precious live all the way across town. Maybe Dr. Mac is calling to say that sheâs on her way back. âHello?â I say. âDr. Macâs Place.â
âHi, Sunita,â a familiar voice responds. âItâs Dr. Gabe.â
âDr. Gabe!â I exclaim. âWhere are you? Dr. Mac thought youâd be back here by now.â
He laughs. âSo did I. But Hurricane Felix had other ideas. The wind knocked down an oak tree on the road right in front of the Jenkins farm, and itâs blocking my path. Theyâre hooking a truck up to it to pull it out of the way, but it could be a while.â
He sounds tired. âSo youâll be back as soon as thatâs done?â I ask.
âI hope so,â Dr. Gabe replies. âBut itâs been raining pretty hard since I got here, and a lot of the roads were starting to flood even on my way over. I just hope I can find a way around the worst spots. How are things at the clinic?â
âFine.â I donât tell him that Dr. Mac is out. Thereâs nothing he can do about it anyway, and it might make him worry. âReally quiet, actually.â
âGood. Let J.J. know Iâll be there when I can.â
âI will.â As soon as she gets back, I add silently. âDrive carefully.â
âThanks. Stay dry, Sunita!â
âOkay. Bye.â As I hang up the phone, I bite my lip and glance at my watch, wondering when Dr. Mac will be back.
âWho was that?â Maggie asks.
I tell her about Dr. Gabeâs problem. âHeâs not sure when heâll be able to get through.â
âFigures,â Maggie says with a grimace. âWell, weâd better just hope thatââ
Zoe rushes in, interrupting. âI just saw a news report on TV,â she reports breathlessly. âTheyâve started evacuating part of town because of major flooding!â
Chapter Seven
F looding? Are you sure?â I ask Zoe. The image of the giant puddle in Mrs. Clarkâs front yard pops into my mind. âIs it actually flooding? Maybe theyâre just evacuating people to be safe. You know, as a precaution.â
âI donât think so.â Zoe shrugs. âThey said itâs flooding. Come see for yourselfâtheyâre not showing anything else on TV except the hurricane.â
We all follow Zoe back through the door from the clinic to the house and crowd into the kitchen, almost tripping over Sneakers, who follows us and whimpers anxiously at all the commotion. Jacqueline Jermaine is on the TV, reporting from right here in Ambler. Sheâs standing in the parking lot of the Acme supermarket, the wind whipping her usually neat hair into a wild mess.
âJacqueline Jermaine, reporting live!â she shouts into the wind. âAs you can see, weâre feeling the effects of Hurricane Felix here in Ambler. Residents of Montgomery and Bucks counties are being urged to remain indoors and stay tuned for storm updates and