It was a meow from Misty who had jumped up on the rock that brought Morgan out of her daydream. Morgan had long ago given up trying to keep track of the cat, not even bothering to lock the cat door she"d had installed. Somehow, if Misty wanted to get out of the house, she found a way.
Cordelia scrambled up onto the rock, pulling the cat on her lap, and looked down at Morgan as if waiting for an explanation.
"What was that all about? It wasn"t very polite, and not at all like you," Morgan scolded.
Cordelia hung her head and didn"t answer, but Morgan wasn"t so sure she was feeling bad about what she had done. She had a sneaking suspicion that Cordelia was avoiding her glance so she wouldn"t get reprimanded any further. Morgan turned from the two on the rock, looking down the beach in the
