So this morning my worst fears were realized.  The thing that was living next door broke through the walls.  It must have been breathing fire because there was dust and ash everywhere.  I almost didn't recognize the clinic.  Dancing Debbie and Sweet Sally started right away to clean up; washing the place up and down much like I clean Bea's ears.  But Bea's ears smell better when I'm done.
My parents keep checking in the space next door.  I'm not sure that the thing is gone yet.  There are a lot of strange noises still, some banging and some high-pitched screaming sounds.  I'm almost afraid to see what it looks like over there.  Strangely, there seems to be an excitement in the air; an anticipation of something good to come.
Mother, Brawny Brandon and Sweet Sally were even joking around today.  Sally wanted to check an angry cat patient for a microchip.  I don't know what the microchips are except that they seem to exist around your back and can be detected with the wave of a wand.  Mother wanted to hurry up and finish looking the cat over, and was using the metal comb to look for fleas. Sally was waiting patiently for her turn.  "You can scan the cat while I comb it, Sally"  mother instructed. "Oh, I wasn't sure if the comb would interfere" Sally explained.  "Well, you know Sally, the scanner reads radiofrequency, unless the comb has a microchip we should be ok" mother answered.  "Gee, Sally.  What did you think, it was some kind of metal detector?"  Brandon questioned, laughing. "Even I knew that!"  "Well, I may not know it's not a metal detector but at least I know where I am!" Sally offered back.
Now this story may only be funny to those people whe have had the chance to meet and get to know Brandon. He's a quiet, friendly sort that strangely seems to prefer Bea to me.  He's what vocal Vonnie refers to as a "good ole boy".  Well, shortly after Brandon started work at the clinic, people soon seemed to realize that he was easily confused.  Mother once asked him for something off a shelf, and after repeatedly pointing at it Brandon was lost, and answered with "Wait, wait, wait....I don't even know where you are right now!"  Quickly, mother responded with, "Well, I don't know about you Brandon, but I'm in Florida!"
He hasn't been able to live that one down since.  Come to think of it, I think I finally understand why he likes Bea better than me.