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“Anyway,” Jeremy chose to ignore the reprimand, “Aisha
came early today, with a
little
something you might be interested in.”
“What does
she have now? Another chipmunk with a limp?” Sidiro joked.
Normally, Aisha left the smaller and less injured animals to his care.
Some of them had even stayed
overnight at his house.
It wasn’t
exactly against the rules. The clinic’s purpose was to provide animals with the best
care it possibly could. It often accepted volunteers who could foster the
smaller domestic
animals when the facilities or the staff couldn’t accommodate more. Sid was always a
welcome volunteer, because he simply had a way with animals – with or without the
use of his powers.
“No man,
something more serious. She found a cat in one of the dumpsters down town, just
yesterday.” Jeremy contradicted. “She
says it’s a jinni!”
“A jinni?” Sid scoffed. “Have you been out drinking last night?”
“No, I have
not been out drinking last night. That was last Tuesday. And I was with Aisha,
who drove us home without incident.” Jeremy
supplied before grabbing him by the elbow. Sid was dragged in the direction of the clinic.
Sidiro
rolled his eyes heavenward. “I don’t like jokes like these, Jer. You know that. Nobody just
mistakes a jinni for a cat.”
“Not
everyone has as much power and knowledge as we do. You know that, right? You’ve seen
how crazy humans can get – even Aisha. After all,
we’ve been on this earth for
nearly a hundred years.”
