Chapter 12
What’s the Scuttlebutt?
“It’s a miracle I’m even here, you know,” I say, following Sierra up Lily’s front steps. She rings the doorbell and before she can respond, Lily throws open the front door, her blond ponytail bouncing like it’s battery powered. Her Maltipoo, Snow White (named after Lily’s favorite fairy tale), is at our feet barking and hopping around, also excited to have company as she knows that means extra kisses and hugs and bits of food slipped under the table.
“You’re here! You’re here! Come in!”
She closes the door behind us, and the house warms my chilled cheeks and nose. I shiver as I bend down to give Snow White the required attention. “Do I smell … cookies?” I ask. My stomach growls its mutual interest in baked goods.
“Of course. We have to have snacks fo
