Chapter Twenty Three
Sitting at her desk, Mandal felt silly and knew at times that she was way over protective with her girls. Thinking further on the subject, she whispered.
“Better safe than sorry.”
Hearing her voice, Angel woke, and as usual burst awake in a ball of fur running to her friend. With a bounce and a leap she was in Mandal’s arms, licking her face and vibrating out of control like the atomic fluff ball of energy that she was.
Giggling, Mandal said. “Okay, okay girl…I love you too…I do you know.”
Angel yelped several times as she continued to lick her face.
Laughing, Mandal tossed her off her lap onto the planked floor. Glad that at least her pooch’s life was in order, she broke her trance like thoughts of Lise and Mal, stood, as Angel yelped and bit at her work boots.
