Stepping Out

I could tell by Romeo's body language that he wanted another outing besides the morning walk and the recent backyard pee. So I put on my raincoat and we stepped out. The rain went from drizzle to steady as I crossed the intersection. A lady in a big silver truck pulled over, opening her driver-side window. It was Jessica, the mother of five girls who lives down the street. "Here, take my umbrella," she yelled holding it out the window.
"But I live right here," I said, pointing to my house.
"Take it, because I love you!"