Chapter Twelve
When I walked into Flora’s house later that evening, she sat on the couch with Luna in her lap in total darkness save for the glow of the Paravision set.
“Watching more soap operas?” I asked.
“Shh, not now, we’re just about to find out who the baby daddy is,” Luna said, holding a paw up to her mouth.
Yup, definitely a soap opera. I sat on the couch trying to make sense of what they were watching until it was over — a witch had evidently been with two warlocks at the same time — and both Luna and Flora were speechless as the credits rolled.
“I hate cliffhangers!” Luna said.
“Don’t we all?” Flora asked, and I laughed at them. It was amazing to me how much they’d bonded in the short amount of time we’d all been living together.
“How was your day, Zoe?” Flora asked as she
