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- 15 -While Woofie prowled and I shivered, I mulled over the growing pile of questions that surrounded me. First, of course, where was George? And now James was supposedly ensconced somewhere “safe.” I wondered if he returned to his luxury cabin in the woods, or perhaps was holed up in a hotel suite somewhere. I didn’t think he was back at Mother’s resort. Clearly an iceberg had sprouted between James and Mother.
Woofie, true to his name, began making soft woofing noises. The fringe of hair covering his face puffed out with each ooof. In spite of his veil of hair, he was looking up a tree, ooofing. A red squirrel scolded from a branch above the dog, its tail twitching with each reprimand.
ooof.And, of course, there were other looming personal questions about the likelihood of pre
