The kitchen's air of gloom had lifted when I entered the house, Mary and Betty both absent for once. And the minute I entered Daisy rushed to me, Petunia gobbling at the chunks of kibble and cheese in her giant bowl. I winced, knowing I'd suffer the lactose consequences later, but didn't comment, not when my old bestie flung her arms around my neck and hugged me.
"I hope that at least made up for it a bit," she said, shuddering as she pulled back. "He's a creep, but you seemed to want to have a look around." Wait, what? Daisy bit her lower lip, as hang dog as I'd ever seen her. A honey blonde curl escaped from the pretty pink band she used to hold her hair back today, matching her bright blouse perfectly. "Did I do okay?"
I couldn't help the grin that broke over my face and, on impulse,
