Casey s Canine Companion
CASEY?S CANINE COMPANION CASEY?S CANINE COMPANION Lydia disembarked from her BMW, shutting the door. She tossed her briefcase in the trunk, looking around nervously, as she?d never liked Casey?s neighborhood too much. A couple of young black boys, adorned in baseball hats and doo-rags, laughed in her direction. ?Whatchoo looking at, white ho?? one jeered, and Lydia flushed, looking at the ground. Every week she promised herself she wouldn?t come back. Her therapist had worked with...