CHAPTER 15
LILLY
As Prudence takes me from my room to Bruce’s bedroom, I memorize the path so that I will be able to retrace my steps while I’m sleepy.
“Be careful when you approach the dog,” Prudence says as she opens the biggest set of doors I’ve seen in this mansion—and maybe ever. “He can get noisy if startled.”
“That makes sense. I can get noisy if startled too.”
Smiling, she gestures for me to enter. I step inside and ogle my surroundings.
Bruce’s bedroom is the size of many people’s houses, yet the only furniture is a huge fancy bed—and a tiny replica of the same bed a few feet away.
“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” I say. “But why?”
“Why what, dear?” Prudence asks.
I point at the miniature. “Why does the dog’s bed look just like Bruce’s?”
She turns furtively to
