Chapter Seven
Izzie
“Never sneeze with a full bladder.”—Pete
“Your gran is an inspiration,” muttered Beryl. And before H2 could work out the sprit in which such a comment was meant, Beryl was around the back of the house, shouting, “Anyone who can face the world with a name like Verruca has to be.”
Archie followed, while H2 grabbed the plugulator, slid it into her knapsack, and followed.
Soon they were staring at a run-down back porch and a tiny white dog bouncing up behind a window with demented determination.
Archie, who was still coming to terms with the name Verruca, stared at the wiry frame as it appeared in front of the window mid snarl. “Verruca?” he muttered with a glared look, as the wiry frame disappeared into a crash of geraniums and bric-a-brac.
Izzie had been locked in
