And he thought, briefly, that he and the dog were in the same boat.
"You can carry my tool bag," he told the pup over the rumble of the battle buggy.
Jenna and Ralph listened to Grant talking to the dog. The man rattled on, speaking lightly, caressingly to the animal, and his words were banal to the tensity in the scanning room.
"I wish I knew," said Lindsay.
"Ralph, stop it!" cried his wife. "Stop playing around the point. If you think I'm guilty, come out and say so!"
"I'm ... not certain."
"Have you no faith in me?"
"Jenna, I—"
"Folks, I'm stopping the buggy, and Ears and I will go over and see that thing right now. So far, there's been no mental disturbances, Jenna. That's the one thing I'm watching for."
Lindsay looked at her.