“You need each other.”
“Go inside, Del. You’re going to catch pneumonia.”
“Me? At least I have a shirt on.”
“And boxer shorts…a short-sleeved shirt and boxer shorts.”
“It’s still a shirt.”
They’d made it to the end of the driveway and were getting colder, not just because it was thirty degrees and snowing, but because they were headed in the wrong direction to locate my hiding place.
“Go get a coat, Del.”
“Like you care.”
“I do. Ginger! You want snack-a-lackins?”
Of course, I did, but sometimes cats have to play possum.
“Maybe I shouldn’t care,” Baily said. “I tried not to, but I do. That’s why finding that stuff under your bed made me so angry…and also so sad.”
“I still don’t know…If I was going to steal stuff, why wouldn’t I take it to the guesthouse once I got the key? Come h
