# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

beneath a gray cardigan.

Her hair was silver at the temples, and her eyes had the patient firmness of someone accustomed to frightened people.

“Where are they?” I asked.

“The dog and puppy are alive.”

“Where?”

“They were taken to North Star Veterinary Center.”

“Are they warm?”

“They are warm.”

“Did the puppy eat?”

“The veterinarian is feeding it by tube.”

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