Chapter 11THAT PESKY MANAGER from the MarketFresh had left yet another message on Luella’s answering machine: a “final warning,” in the young man’s words.
Chandelle stood in the front hall making that face that said, “How can you possibly be mad at me when I’m so darn cute?”
“You heard the man,” Luella said, ushering Chandelle out the front door.
“But I thought we were taking Mistletoe for a walk!”
Mistletoe’s ears went up, and she quickly scrabbled to her feet on the linoleum. She seemed to like sleeping on the kitchen floor when Luella was out of the house.
“Now look what you’ve done,” Luella said. To the dog, she said, “Walkies later, Little Miss. Here, go pee-pees in the backyard if you want.”
Mistletoe glanced out the back door, then looked imploringly up at Luella.
“Suit
