I picked it up, ready to throw it back out the window, when Bones said, “Lump, you’re not gonna throw that out, are you?” 

“Of course I am, ya big—” Bones grabbed the donut straight out of my hand and shoved the whole thing into his mouth.

He turned to Yogi and said, “Fwow long G fwenn wih you?” 

I wiped off all the white powder he had sprayed on my shirt and said, “He wants to know how long—” 

“Lumpy, I speak donut,” Yogi said, thwacking his big stomach again. “No need to translate.” 

The cab fell silent and I peered over at Yogi. For the first time since we had met him, he truly did look down in the dumps. His mouth was turned down and his eyes were almost squeezed shut. The light turned green and he accelerated. 

“G and I have been together for almost three years,” Yogi said quietly. “After I lost Lindy, G just showed up at my door. No collar, no tags, nothing. I brought her to the police and put up posters to see if anybody would claim her. Nobody did. I’m positive Lindy sent her. I was so sad and very lonely. Then things got better.”

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