Without waiting for her response, I dashed into her house, shooing away some cats that scurried out of my way, and hurried to her bedroom. In a flash, I had her fleecy old lady robe in my hands as she approached me. I tossed it at her and then swiftly moved to her closet. Pulling out a pair of fur-lined snow boots, I hooked her arm with mine and hustled her out the door.
As we stepped outside, Mrs. Bell paused for a moment, holding onto me for support while she quickly tugged on her boots. As we made our way to the front of the house, I noticed Lily standing there, wrapped in a blanket and speaking into her cell phone. However, my attention was immediately drawn elsewhere when I spotted Tank—of all unexpected people—holding Dad's front garden hose and directing its powerful stream at the
