“Just a heads up.” She looked back at the cat who was still twitching angrily. “I completely accept work done by animals, so if you or your tiny dinner there wants to help clean up what is obviously your home, then please don’t not help on my account.” Did she really expect the cat and mouse to turn into some Disney characters and begin whistling as they worked? No. But it was nice to have someone to talk to. She had a feeling she was going to get mighty lonely, very fast.
Night had begun to fall when Emma realized that it was getting a little difficult to see in the room. She went to flip on the light but nothing happened. She stood there in the darkening room trying to decide if she should ask Mildred for a light bulb or just go seek one out herself. Her desire to avoid any conflict wit
