Chapter TenDisturbed and frightened over what had happened, everyone spent the rest of the evening huddled together in the living room, a hushed group, no one speaking, no one knowing what to say.
It had turned midnight when Jenny left, thanking Claire at the front door. The host seemed subdued, a little apologetic. Only a tiny smile played at the corner of her mouth as a means of 'goodbye'.
Jenny hardly slept at all; every time she closed her eyes the images from the television screen loomed up large and real. She needed Scruffy to be with her, but of course Scruffy was at Mark's.
The next day, blurry eyed and fur-tongued, Jenny went to the rescue centre and her duties. No one had bothered to tell her that on Sundays, the centre opened at ten o'clock. Not until the manageress came in.
