Chapter Nine
“Hey Ann, how’s everything going?” she asked.
“Just fine. I thought I’d pick up some food for Fitz.”
Irene sometimes came into the library, so she knew who Fitz was. She said, “Aw, you didn’t bring him?”
I shook my head. “I’m never sure how he’d handle it, so I just leave him.”
“That’s too bad. Visiting with people’s pets is the only part of this job that’s any fun at all. I was about to die of boredom by myself before you came in.”
She put her earbud back in and I found Fitz’s cat food. I also wandered through the cat toy section. Since I’m permanently on a budget, I usually make homemade toys for Fitz. This time, though, I was tempted by the ones on display. I winced as I saw the prices, but figured I could buy one of them, anyway, since I’d saved so much in the past b
