[Carla recites the number, rather than write it down. Even when one of her arms wasn't in a cast, she had terrible motor function in her hands. Anything she wrote down was nigh on illegible from the shaking.]
There's food in the cabinets. [She nods towards the kitchen.] And canned food in the fridge.
[The last item on her list is the leash lying over the arm of the couch, and she motions to that with a hand.]
[That's okay, because Gazelle grabs the cell phone hanging around her neck and inputs the number into it. Her fingers do the work as her eyes follow the other's nod toward the kitchen and hand motion toward the couch easily enough.]
Ah, don't worry. I won't let him pull me around. Wouldn't want him to get hurt that way.
[And as a quick comment (she doesn't really expect a reply from) to the dog:] Right?
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There's food in the cabinets. [She nods towards the kitchen.] And canned food in the fridge.
[The last item on her list is the leash lying over the arm of the couch, and she motions to that with a hand.]
And don't let him pull you around on the leash.
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Ah, don't worry. I won't let him pull me around. Wouldn't want him to get hurt that way.
[And as a quick comment (she doesn't really expect a reply from) to the dog:] Right?
He's in good hands.