She nodded her head as she turned into the parking lot and parked, "I know we will," she told him smiling now, "they will all be dead for all they have done to us," to her, "when this war ends, we will be the winner." She turned the truck off, pulled the keys out and handed them over.
"Get the cap, I'll carry Bernie," she told him, as she open the door, hopped out, but then leaned back in "come here you," she said softly to him. Her hand stroking his fur.