Chapter 57 The nanny chapter twenty

　　There some way to get them professionally cleaned, do you think?” Kike asked, frowning as she rubbed a dust cloth over the fur of one of the feline members of the Pride.

　　Efua had pulled the oldest of the stuffed Siamese cats out from the alcove where it was kept—usually behind curtains, when there was any chance of company, since their grandmother had discovered early that a lot of people were rather taken aback by her strange choice in collectables.

　　Efua shook her head, looking at the macabre frozen face and glassy eyes of the creature. This one had died longbefore she was born. “I’m sure there is, but how much would it cost to get all of them clean? Probably a fortune, and we’re just now paying to do all those clothes. We can’t always be asking Ife and Micheal for money. It’s not right.”