Heading to Mona's firm

They finished their meal, setting aside a bit for Laura the dog, and Heather led John to Mona's office.

"Caldwell Accounting," John said. He set down the doggy bag.

"You can eat from this," he told Laura. "But don't go anywhere. Got it?"

"Woof! Woof!" Laura barked.

Heather and John walked arm in arm into the firm.