CHAPTER SIX
The burly man started back. “That fiend? What in the world were you doing with him?”
“Trying to get out of one trouble and we got ourselves into another,” I told him.
He wrinkled his nose. “You must have been in some trouble.”
“Don’t pry, Bailey,” Mabel scolded him as she set a plate of cookies on the table. “Now all of you have some of these. They’ll make you feel better.”
I picked up the sugar cookie and studied the surface. There didn’t appear to be anything different about them. Bailey snatched one from the plate and tossed it into his mouth. He barely chewed before he swallowed, and a soft glow seemed to surround his person before fading away.
He patted his stomach. “There’s nothing like your mending munchies, Mabel.”
She laughed. “I hope not or I would be
