With the stolen uniforms now safely stowed in Grandma Millie’s trunk, a wound-up-like-a-top Fiona goes on and on about how they deserted her at the airport, and what were they thinking to leave her on her own like that? Lucky for her, she had managed to retrace her steps back to the cottage before any of the angels took notice. Listening with sheepish grins, Ash and Bessie relax with glasses of nectar tea.
“Do you suppose we’ll get caught?” Ash whispers, stroking the cat on the sofa.
“Eventually,” Bessie replies with a grin. “But before we do …” She lets her thought dangle, while her mind fills with delectable possibilities.
“I saw this lady walk off the Air Heaven flight,” Fiona tells them, finally settling on the rocking chair. “About forty, I’d say. Well, she was trying to explain to
