Muffin was just inside the door, feet firmly planted on the floor, ears on end, sharp teeth bared, determined to repel all who would attempt to enter.
Justina bent down and scooped her up.
“There, there,” she cooed soothingly. “No need to be on guard, these are friends.”
“Thank you, miss,” Chappell said stiffly.
“I do apologise,” Justina replied, stroking a panting Muffin. “She thought she was protecting my territory, you see.”
“I don’t knows about that, miss. What I do know is that animals ain’t – isn’t allowed in the cabins. That dog should be in a kennel on the top deck.”
“But it’s so cold and miserable up there, she was so unhappy.” Justina started to get angry. “How can you condemn this poor little animal to such an awful fate when the weather is getting rougher and rougher?”
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