CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
Riley joined in the general laughter at how the puppy and the black and white kitten were dealing with each other.
April said, “At least Marbles isn’t hissing at Darby today.”
Jilly added, “And at least Darby isn’t trying to hide under the furniture.”
They were all on Riley’s back deck, along Blaine and his daughter, Crystal. Bill, who was taking a well-deserved leave from work, was there too. And of course Gabriela had served everybody delicious snacks, this time balls of deep-fried batter called buñuelos.
They were all enjoying the confrontations between the two little animals. Though still a puppy, Darby was larger than the kitten that April had named Marbles. Nevertheless, Darby had been thoroughly frightened of her smaller housemate—at least until today.
Now
