G barked in approval through the window. Bones wiped the powder from his face. “I’m sorry you lost your wife to cancer.” 

“Thank you, Bones,” Yogi said, a small smile returning to his face. “I miss her every day. You know, Doc Lopez took care of her even though he usually only takes care of kids. All the other docs said they couldn’t help her, so I figured why not try Doc Lopez, even if he is a kid doctor. Lindy lived a lot longer than those other doctors told us she would.” 

Out of nowhere I felt tears prick at my eyes. All this talk about cancer with Bones and Yogi’s wife was too sad. I didn’t want to start bawling like a giant baby, so I leaned forward and pushed a bunch of buttons for the radio, but nothing happened. 

“What are you doing, Lumpy?” Yogi said, chuckling. I liked that he called us by our nicknames. Nobody did that, not my Dad or Bones’ mom, and certainly not my stepmother, Estelle. But for whatever reason, it worked with Yogi; it was like he was one of us. 

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