Chapter 16

And I’d never seen one spider, or a mouse, or anything. I reminded myself that if I did see something fuzzy it was probably the cat. Carrying my loot, I went back to the stairs and climbed up into the light.

I was about to call out, but I heard murmurs, whispers, cooing sounds. And from the doorway I could see them: Sandy almost on top of poor Wade (‘poor Wade’ my Aunt Fanny), and their faces were so close together there was no doubt about what was going on. At least the kissing part, though there might have been more. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, so I stepped away from the door and the view, and started making noise. I had mixed feelings. Yes, jealousy was one of them, but it didn’t drown me—there were too many other feelings fighting for control.

Dumping my items on the table, I saw a box of stale doughnuts and sat down to eat them.

All of them.

And I did.

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