With the prowess of a froghopper bug and the steeliness of a vulture, Lewis soared into the pantry. Hot on his heels were Aunt Mat and Beatrice with opossum-wide eyes and marmot-curious expressions. Hubert limped in ten seconds later, May-Lee and Linda tramped in ten seconds after him, and Prunella strolled in five seconds after them.
Looking both worried and wary, Budd shoved through the small crowd. “Sir?”
Lewis looked from him to my cousin and me. “Those screams surely traveled down the driveway and then some. What"s the mattah now? Are you ladies wanting to get on the evening news?”
Rey gave a nudge. “You gonna tell him, or am I?”
I nudged back. “You found it, you should –”
“Ladies!”
Rey slid rearward and flourished her arms like a game-show host displaying a grand prize. “Anothe
