Chapter Nineteen
Pansy shrieked and stooped over trying to remove the black cat from her leg.
Myrtle, looking for a weapon of any kind, latched onto the large bottle of weed-killer and swung it at Pansy as hard as she could. Pansy went down with a thud.
The front door swung violently open and Red plowed into the house. “Mama?” he called.
Red stopped short at the scene in front of him: Pasha, fur still puffy and attached to Pansy, Pansy unconscious on the living room floor, and his octogenarian mother hovering threateningly over her unexpected guest’s body with a large sprayer of weed killer.
Pansy was checked out by an EMT and then taken away by the state police. Miles, looking rather disheveled but wearing his usual khakis and button-down shirt, arrived after hearing all the commotio
