Someone had written across the arm, in neat strokes of violet nail polish, Mission accomplished! All my love, Binky.
Ivy checked quickly, but the strange Miss Watson appeared to have both hands as she lifted a pair of dog biscuits out of a Snoopy cookie jar and offered a big one to Rex and a smaller to Zackie. Apparently she wasn’t Binky herself.
“It’s a pity you’ve already eaten as I just made a lovely quinoa and salmon breakfast torte, but I’ll fix you some tea. I’m sure your nerves are far too jangled from the last few days’ experiences for coffee.”
They were soon settled in chairs clothed in delicate sepia-toned fabric of world maps. With a set of colored pushpins, they’d make fine diagrams for mission planning or mapping out global geopolitical dynamics.
The tea was served in deli
