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just hope we don’t end up getting them all back the day after Easter,” Jeremy said.
    “Don’t even think it.”
    “The adoption procedure we’ve developed over the years was the result of impulse adoptions followed by frequent returns,” Jeremy reminded me.
    “True , but bunnies are a lot lower maintenance than dogs and cats. We’re providing the cage and food to get them started. What more could a prospective family want?”
    “I’m really enjoying having Squeaky for a pet. H amsters are fun and easy.”
    “Maybe Squeaky wants a bunny roommate?”
    “Hardly. I’m pretty sure he likes being an only pet. That way he doesn’t have to share the attention.”
    “Do you have any bunnies that are all white?” An adorable little girl with long blond pigtails wearing a bright yellow dress asked.
    “We might have one or two left. Are your parents here?”
    “My mom is parking the car. She said she’d meet me inside.”
    “Okay .” I walked around the table I was sitting behind. “Let’s see what we can find.”
    I took the girl by the hand and led her to the area where we were keeping the bunnies that hadn’t been adopted yet.
    “ I want one named Annabelle,” the girl informed me. “She’s going to stay in my room and I’m going to take care of her all by myself.”
    “Do you know how to take care of a bunny?” The girl couldn’t be more than five years old.
    “You have to give her water and keep the cage clean,” the girl answered.
    “And don’t forget to feed her,” I added.
    “Lettuce and carrots.”
    “These are the bunnies we have left .” I walked up and down the row of bunnies. Many of them were multicolored, but there was a white one with a single black spot circling one eye. “This is one of our smallest females.” I opened the cage and took the bunny out. “She’s not all white, but she’s mostly white. Do you want to hold her?”
    The girl nervously held out her arms. I’d handled this particular rabbit on several occasions and knew she was not only small but mellow as well.
    “So what do you think?” I asked.
    “Did her daddy hit her in the eye?”
    “No .” I smiled. “Her eye isn’t black because it’s hurt, it’s just a marking she was born with.”
    “Is her name Annabe lle?”
    “You know , I think it is.”
    “So who do we have here?” A woman, I assume d the girl’s mother, walked up behind us as we talked. Like her daughter, she had long blond hair and large blue eyes framed by dark lashes.
    “This is Ann abelle,” the girl answered. “She has a black eye, but her daddy didn’t hit her.”
    The mother looked surprised at the girl’s statement. I had a feeling the sweet child holding Annabelle might have been the victim of her dad’s temper on at least one occasion.
    “She’s really beautiful .” The mother knelt down so that she was on eye level with her daughter. “And she’s really small as well. Just your size.”
    “Can I keep her?” The girl smiled hopefully.
    The m om looked up at me. “I’m afraid we don’t have a lot of money, but my daughter really wants a pet to sleep in her room with her. We just moved to the area and Rosalie is still trying to adjust to her new circumstances. We can’t have dogs or cats in our apartment, so when I saw your sign announcing bunnies for adoption, I hoped that could be the answer I was praying for.”
    “I’m sure we can work something out. How about we put Ann abelle back in her cage so your mom can fill out the paperwork? Maybe your dad can load the cage into your car.”
    “My dad dy is in jail,” the girl stated.
    “Oh , I’m sorry.” Talk about inserting your foot in your mouth. “Maybe Jeremy can load the cage while we do the paperwork.”
    I felt bad for both the mom, who hurried through the paperwork and seemed anxious to get out of there, and the little girl, who knew that sometimes black eyes came from dads. I told the woman that she could have the bunny for free, gave her a