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"Do 'ee think Ross might kick me out if I were to bring home just five or six of them?" she asks, wiggling her fingers through the cage door at one dog who licks them in response. Then she stands and nods in response to Greta's request, knowing she is here to help her friend above all else, not to take dogs home for herself. Truly she can't, not in the apartment, it wouldn't be fair. Already Garrick doesn't have enough room to run around and she knows they can't yet afford a house of their own and so she never asks Ross to provide them with more space.

They make do with what they have, as they always have before and as they will for the rest of their lives together and she will be happy for it. Because she has him, they have each other, and they have their children. For that reason alone, they are lucky, and she will never once take that for granted.

"Let's go outside," she agrees, reaching to take Greta's arm again and heading toward the door that will lead them out into the yard. The dogs continue to bark excitedly as they pass by and Demelza glances at each and every one, wanting to see all their sweet faces, wanting them to know they've been seen. They don't think like people, she knows that, but she can't help but thinks of them like they are, regardless. Garrick has such a strong, sweet personality, and so she imagines all dogs must be the same.