“Want to go to the Telescope?” Fiona asks Bessie and Ash, sipping on nectarade in the Dodd front garden.
“Can’t,” Ash replies. “You need official passes now.”
“Okay, well, how about Bodysuits Boutique?” Fizz suggests. She is up for anything these days. “I’d love to try on a male movie star.” Passing around some cookies, she adds, “Maybe Spencer Tracy, he’s groovy.”
The girls share a glance. “Groovy, Aunt Fizz?” Bessie teases. “I can’t go, anyways. Got a session with Mel. You two go.” She gets up. “Come on, Mouser, let’s go see what wisdom the dear angel has to impart to me this time.”
When Bessie and the retriever get there, Angel Mel is, as is often the case, reading out loud from one of his screenplays. Bessie watches for a moment from the open doorway, listening to him speaking in a
