Chapter 4
“Well, hey George,” Ivy said, looking down at the gray rabbit who’d just bounced into her lap.
George’s solemn blue eyes studied her for a moment before he leaned his head into her hand. She stroked his soft fur and looked up from where she was sitting at the kitchen table in Ginger and Cam’s house. Ginger was at the stove, busy stirring the stir-fry she was making for dinner.
“How long have you had George?” Ivy asked.
Ginger’s glossy dark hair swung in its ponytail when she glanced over her shoulder. Her blue eyes crinkled at the corners with her smile when she saw George on Ivy’s lap. “About four years. He’s spoiled rotten, and I love him to pieces,” Ginger declared as she turned back to the pan on the stove. She gave the vegetables and chicken another stir and then turned
