Chapter Ten

“Sunny? Did you send that huge order of mums to Flowers by Jill over in Barvale?” Mom asked, her voice carrying over to where Sunny sat hunched over her desk.

“Yes, Mom.”

“Good. The weather forecast is calling for some bad storms tonight. Looks like we are getting the tail end of some tropical hurricane, late for the season,” her mom informed her. “Anyway, I wanted to make sure they had everything they needed,” the older she-Wolf continued, mentioning something about impending accumulation of snow and strong winds.

Whatever.

Sunny was only half paying attention. It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and everyone was just about finished winterizing their gardens. The produce section of the store was doing fabulously, and she had just finished sorting the tags for the delivery of Christmas trees they were expecting to arrive any minute now.