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after we’ve slept on it, we’ll be better prepared to come up with a plan. But for you to just go snooping around is crazy. Besides, you don’t know what Marvin’s daughter looks like, and there are hundreds of trailers in there. What are you going to do, knock on their doors?”
“No, I’m not going to knock on their doors. I just want to get a look at things. See what we’re dealing with. Maybe see if I can pick up a vibe or two.”
Aunt Astrid took my hands in hers across the book-covered dining room table and closed her eyes. “It’s no use, Bea. You know how your cousin is once she gets a bee in her bonnet.” Astrid mumbled a few words I could barely make out, and I knew she was putting a protection spell over me. Letting go of my hands, she gave me a wink.
“ You’re not going alone ,” I heard a familiar voice say. “ I’m going with you .” It was Marshmallow. She rubbed her head against my calf.
I looked down at her and smiled. “ Thank you, but whatever is going on doesn’t seem to be cat-friendly. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you and Treacle .”
“ That is exactly why you’re taking me ,” she insisted. A curt meow was all Aunt Astrid and Bea heard. “ You’re taking me with you .” She laid her paws on my foot, and I felt the tiny prick of her claws starting to come out.
Letting out a deep sigh, I interrupted Bea and Aunt Astrid, who were still talking about the weird alignment of the facts we had so far. “It seems I won’t be going alone after all.” Marshmallow jumped up on the table.
Just then, Peanut Butter scurried around the corner in a panic. He was still young compared to Treacle and Marshmallow. He loved to visit Marshmallow when Bea brought her along. Peanut Butter would stalk, pounce, swat, and dart from room to room with just the slightest, if any, provocation. Marshmallow would watch him with dreamy and disinterested eyes.
“ You can’t go ,” Peanut Butter cried. “ Who’ll take care of me ?”
Marshmallow peered over the table and meowed back. “ I have to. We have to find Treacle. I can help. He’d do it for us .”
“ Then I’m going with you ,” Peanut Butter said in almost a hiss.
“ No ,” I said firmly in my mind. “ You are too young. I don’t like the idea of taking Marshmallow. I’m not taking you along, too .”
“ I’ll be all alone ,” Peanut Butter cried sadly.
“ I’ll be back. With Treacle .”
“ Promise ?”
Marshmallow looked at me. She was acting brave, but I could see fear in her eyes. She was a house cat. Rarely did she go outdoors unless a bird, mouse, or cricket was within a few feet of the door.
“ I promise ,” I said.
Marshmallow purred and rubbed her head under my hand.
“It looks like I’ll have this furry companion to help me,” I said out loud.
“Oh no, Cath, I don’t think so,” Aunt Astrid said, scratching Marshmallow behind the ears. Then Marshmallow did something I’d never seen her do before—she swatted Aunt Astrid’s hand away and bared her teeth. She didn’t hiss, and I don’t know if her claws were out, but Marshmallow let her mistress know she meant business.
“Sorry, Mom. Looks like you don’t have much of a say in it,” Bea said, her eyes wide with surprise.
“I promise we’ll be careful,” I said. “I won’t let her out of my sight.” But in the back of my mind, I was worried. I remembered how all the other cats behaved near that part of town. I also knew Marshmallow wasn’t like Treacle. She didn’t have experience roaming the streets, slipping along inside shadows, or making quick decisions to get away from danger. Still, she insisted, and she’d never asked to help before. Even though she loved her human family, the love of her lifelong feline friend was entirely different. She wasn’t going to leave Treacle out there if she could help it.
I placed her gently in her travel box, loaded her into my car, and headed to the Wishing Well Trailer
“No, I’m not going to knock on their doors. I just want to get a look at things. See what we’re dealing with. Maybe see if I can pick up a vibe or two.”
Aunt Astrid took my hands in hers across the book-covered dining room table and closed her eyes. “It’s no use, Bea. You know how your cousin is once she gets a bee in her bonnet.” Astrid mumbled a few words I could barely make out, and I knew she was putting a protection spell over me. Letting go of my hands, she gave me a wink.
“ You’re not going alone ,” I heard a familiar voice say. “ I’m going with you .” It was Marshmallow. She rubbed her head against my calf.
I looked down at her and smiled. “ Thank you, but whatever is going on doesn’t seem to be cat-friendly. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you and Treacle .”
“ That is exactly why you’re taking me ,” she insisted. A curt meow was all Aunt Astrid and Bea heard. “ You’re taking me with you .” She laid her paws on my foot, and I felt the tiny prick of her claws starting to come out.
Letting out a deep sigh, I interrupted Bea and Aunt Astrid, who were still talking about the weird alignment of the facts we had so far. “It seems I won’t be going alone after all.” Marshmallow jumped up on the table.
Just then, Peanut Butter scurried around the corner in a panic. He was still young compared to Treacle and Marshmallow. He loved to visit Marshmallow when Bea brought her along. Peanut Butter would stalk, pounce, swat, and dart from room to room with just the slightest, if any, provocation. Marshmallow would watch him with dreamy and disinterested eyes.
“ You can’t go ,” Peanut Butter cried. “ Who’ll take care of me ?”
Marshmallow peered over the table and meowed back. “ I have to. We have to find Treacle. I can help. He’d do it for us .”
“ Then I’m going with you ,” Peanut Butter said in almost a hiss.
“ No ,” I said firmly in my mind. “ You are too young. I don’t like the idea of taking Marshmallow. I’m not taking you along, too .”
“ I’ll be all alone ,” Peanut Butter cried sadly.
“ I’ll be back. With Treacle .”
“ Promise ?”
Marshmallow looked at me. She was acting brave, but I could see fear in her eyes. She was a house cat. Rarely did she go outdoors unless a bird, mouse, or cricket was within a few feet of the door.
“ I promise ,” I said.
Marshmallow purred and rubbed her head under my hand.
“It looks like I’ll have this furry companion to help me,” I said out loud.
“Oh no, Cath, I don’t think so,” Aunt Astrid said, scratching Marshmallow behind the ears. Then Marshmallow did something I’d never seen her do before—she swatted Aunt Astrid’s hand away and bared her teeth. She didn’t hiss, and I don’t know if her claws were out, but Marshmallow let her mistress know she meant business.
“Sorry, Mom. Looks like you don’t have much of a say in it,” Bea said, her eyes wide with surprise.
“I promise we’ll be careful,” I said. “I won’t let her out of my sight.” But in the back of my mind, I was worried. I remembered how all the other cats behaved near that part of town. I also knew Marshmallow wasn’t like Treacle. She didn’t have experience roaming the streets, slipping along inside shadows, or making quick decisions to get away from danger. Still, she insisted, and she’d never asked to help before. Even though she loved her human family, the love of her lifelong feline friend was entirely different. She wasn’t going to leave Treacle out there if she could help it.
I placed her gently in her travel box, loaded her into my car, and headed to the Wishing Well Trailer
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