“That sounds like an excellent idea, Allison. Let’s…” She noticed us standing there. “Quinton’s just returned home. Why don’t I give you a call in a few days? We can discuss this further over lunch. At the Café Montpelier? …. Splendid. Good-bye, Allison.” She ended the phone call, and looked from me to Mark, raising an eyebrow when she realized Gregor was behind us. “All right, suppose you tell me what’s going on?”
Mark cleared his throat. “I have something for you. She was supposed to be for Mother’s Day, but the friend who was watching her will be going out of town, and I thought it might be a good idea to give her to you now.”
“I’m intrigued.”
“Novotny?”
Gregor stepped around us and placed the carrier on Mother’s desk. He opened the door and took out the gray tabby.
“Oh, my. What a lovely little girl.” Mother stroked Pita’s soft fur, and the kitten arched her back into Mother’s touch. The sound of Pita’s purr filled the room, indicating her pleasure.