Re: Fort Dixie - Medical Cabin - Chapter 3
Cookie narrowed her eyes, which signalled trouble. "We gotta talk - NOT here," she said to Dominic, in an undertone. When NM started whining, she sauntered that way with a grin.
"Ah, Mex," she said, noting the paleness and the fretting. Now was not the time to have a discussion of whatever was bothering Dominic, nor time to worry NM more. Her tone was light and pleasant, chatty. "We'll find you some food. Gotcha here okay, didn't I ? Sit back like the king of da world and wait on room service...sheesh, you got da good life, doncha ?" She winked at him. "And don't ask, I used up da last of da red hots, so we're SOL until we find a new supply. Tough times, NM."
She whipped her gaze back to Dominic before he had a chance to bolt. "Let's go. Miss ah, nurse - please feed NM there, he gets cranky if he don't eat junk food every so often."