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before Lucy could get out the "yes" caught in her
throat.
    Feeling
a burst of joy, Lucy scooted over and settled behind the wheel of the orange
Toronado.
    This
is gonna be a great day. Everything is gonna be all right.
    "Gotta
keep up appearances for the folks," she said when Xochitl returned with
two large coffees and a white paper bag. Xochi jangled the rooster key chain,
clearly reluctant to hand it over.
    "The
Werewolf Whisperer has to be in the driver's seat." Lucy shrugged as if to
say "it's beyond my control."
    "What's
in the bag?" Lucy asked, accepting the delicious smelling vanilla latte
gratefully.
    "Croissants,"
Xochitl taunted. "But you can't drive and eat croissants at the same time."
Xochi mimicked Lucy's "it's beyond my control" shrug.
    "Just
to be clear, chica," Xochitl handed over the keys but kept the croissant
bag out of Lucy's reach, "deal's only good 'til Greystone." Xochi
fished only one croissant from the bag. "Don't get too comfortable."
    "They
smell like warm butter," Lucy said, her mouth watering.
    "Don't
they though," Xochitl replied and took a careful bite.
    "You're
just afraid El Gallo will like me better," Lucy said and adjusted the
rearview mirror just to be annoying.
    " Ni lo
pienses ,"
Xochitl said, patting the dash lovingly. "When pigs fly, gringa."
    Lucy
pulled into traffic behind a white Jaguar.
    "So,
Hanna says the declawing thing is actually old news," Lucy said while
Xochitl fastened her seat belt in a hurry. "West Hollywood has had a ban
on declawing cats since way back in 2003." Lucy took a sip of her coffee
and rode up behind the Jag, which was climbing up the hill so slowly she had to
wonder if the octogenarian driving the car was in fact pedaling.
    "Hey,
following distance!" Xochitl remarked. "But wasn't there some bill
that prohibits local government from interfering with veterinarians? We studied
that in my pre-law class." Xochitl took a paper napkin from her vest
pocket.
    "Right,"
Lucy agreed. "So then it turns out the declawing doctor was a vet, not a
people doctor." Lucy swiftly pulled around the Jag and scooted into the
left turn lane at Sunset Boulevard. An annoyed honk sounded from the Jag.
    "Hanna
said both PETA and the ACLU got on the doc when he opened his clinic
specializing in 'Hound Accommodations.'" Lucy drained her coffee. "Somebody
firebombed the clinic Halloween night. End of story."
    Xochitl
whistled between her teeth. "Guess Jimmy's dad isn't up on the latest
developments."
    "Hanna
said to let the Stantons cool off for a few days. She'll call next week and
offer long-term boarding for Jimmy."
    "By
the way, Hanna says 'hi!'" Lucy said innocently as they waited at the long
light.
    "Doubt
it," Xochitl said and checked the time. "Sometimes I think Hanna
forgets I exist."
    "Doesn't
forget to pay you." Lucy winked.
    The
light changed, and Lucy instantly blew past the corner liquor store. "So,
where's my croissant?"
    "I
always liked that place." Xochitl pointed at a pizza parlor with a large
open front and sidewalk seating.
    "Pizza
would be great right now." Lucy salivated. "So, where's that
croissant."
    "No
croissant. Driving, 'member?" Xochitl looked wistfully at the pizza
parlor. "We'd get the best 2:00 A.M. pizza over there after hitting the
Sunset clubs."
    "2:00
A.M. pizza?" Lucy smirked. "I thought you were this serious
goody-goody with your fancy scholarship in your fancy UCLA days. You partied on
Sunset?"
    "Well,
you can't study all the damn time when the Sunset Strip is your backyard."
Xochitl grimaced. "Second quarter was crazy fun. So, I repeated a class or
two," she said with no trace of regret. "I made the Dean's List my
third quarter. And then, well, you know the rest. Dad got sick. Adiós La Uni. Hola
cantina."
    Lucy
turned onto Doheny Road, passing the Hamburger Hamlet and Sierra Towers before
winding up Loma Vista Drive. "Sorry you didn't get a chance to finish,"
she said to her friend. Xochitl nodded. "Shit happens," they said in
unison and started