Chapter Seventeen
Huey sprang to his feet, eyes huge and mouth agape.
“Hello and good morning!” bellowed Meadow. Boris, with more energy than Beatrice had ever seen him, lunged at Huey on his leash before shaking vigorously to get the rainwater off himself and successfully onto Huey.
Huey gave Meadow a dour look and Boris a wary one. “I can see that it’s time for me to go. Take care, ladies. And Beatrice, mind what we were discussing.” The last sentence still held that ominous tone.
Meadow’s voice was fake-jolly with its own overtone of warning. “Boris will be hurt if you don’t tell him bye, Huey. I know you like dogs, considering that German shepherd of yours. Did you know how often Boris here is at Beatrice’s? He loves spending time here. Sometimes he’ll even have a sleepover here.
