“But why?” she whined again.
I tried to summon the part of my brain responsible for political dealings. It was all about patience—and control.
“Because,” I replied calmly, “Jasmine is too little to play Fuzzy Wuzzy Death Ball. She’s just a baby.”
Lily did not seem overly impressed with my reasoning. Katie and Alex had been following her around since they were barely a year old themselves. Lily wasn’t disposed to wait for Maddy’s baby to outgrow infant status.
Despite the similarity in their names, the four-year-old hurricane and Maddy’s little daughter were about as different as two pups could get. Jasmine was quiet, even when she cried—and she rarely cried. She was wide-eyed, observant, peaceful—and sometimes, I would have sworn she was looking at things no one else could see. Even th
