Abby rolled her eyes a bit. "It's a medical condition. I mean...maybe we need to find somewhere not so crowded and something for you to wear so we aren't arrested, but..."
Buster walked over to the closet and pulled something out, dropping it on the floor.
"What's that?" Ethan asked.
"Thanks, Buster...It's a dog sweater and pants," Lydia said. "My aunt thought it was cute, but Buster hated it and never wanted to wear it. I bet...since my clothes fit him...that's why it is large enough to fit me. Jeeze...I've been wandering around for two days now...why didn't I think of that?"
"Because you probably had bigger things on your mind...." Abby said.
Buster helped her get into the sweater with Abby's help, then the pants.
As they prepared to leave to go outside for a few, they made an interesting group. Ethan dressed in a short skirt and top, standing next to his daughter, who was taller than he was. And a dog standing on all fours next to them. And Lydia inching toward the door, needing to get out.
Abby opened the door, and paused when she saw a woman standing there. "You're the shrink."
"I'm not a shrink," Rebecca Fine said. "That is usually used for psychologists or psychiatrists. I'm just here to check on the teacher who has not been to school."
"We were about to take her out...she's been cooped up here for 2 days," Abby told her.
"Well, perhaps I'll join you. I do have some things to share from the medical experts."
