“I think we’re ready for them.” Poppy ticked off her fingers. “One guest is bringing her miniature poodle, so I’ve changed her room to one of the Sunset suites. Otherwise, we could have a problem with Pixie.”
“That was smart,” Ivy said. The Chihuahua belonged to a long-term resident.
Poppy perched on the edge of the sun lounger. “Several of the women are lactose and gluten intolerant, so I asked Mitch to make dairy and gluten-free cookies for the evening gathering. And the last text I received from Beth indicated they would arrive in about an hour.”
“This is why Ivy and I can take fifteen more minutes to relax.” Wincing, Shelly rotated her neck. “I’ve never made so many beds in one day. At least Daisy slept through it.”
Ivy and Poppy exchanged a look. In truth, her niece had done more
