Back at the Dodd cottage, Mouser jumps all over Bessie. She is wiggling out of her stolen uniform in the spare bedroom. From outside the door, she can hear Ash greeting Fiona unnecessarily loudly to alert her of her aunt’s arrival. Big surprise, she was out shopping at the mall again. Ash adds, “And what treasures did you find this time, Fizz? Something for lunch, I hope. We’re starved.”
“I’ve brought a guest,” Fiona pipes up.
“Hello, Miss Ashley,” a friendly voice rings out. “And where might your lovely co-conspirator in crime be this time?”
“Angel Mel!” Bessie whispers from the bedroom, stuffing the uniform into the trunk. She slams it shut and grabs her denim shorts and T-shirt from the dresser. In a flash, she changes before bursting into the living room. “Oh, hi, Mel,” she says cas
