“No more treats,” I said. Princess and Butterscotch gazed up at me, l*****g their chops. “The bag is almost gone, and Gloria bought it yesterday.”
I resisted shaking the bag for emphasis. They would think they’d be getting more. Gloria felt bad for hiding the truth from us and was making up for it by buying items for the cats. I forgave her, but still kept my distance from her. After seeing a new side of Gloria, she was a mess that I’d rather avoid.
After putting the treat bag in Jane’s desk drawer, I went downstairs. The cats followed me as I took care of the register and counted the money before placing it in a bank bag. Jane left for New York yesterday, giving me the boss’s title until she returned. Just one more week, I thought, and I would have some days off. By then, Leo’s sleep ha
