Chapter Fourteen
Myrtle and Elaine gaped at her. Jack stopped driving his truck momentarily.
Puddin pointed a shaking hand toward the back of the house. “That witch-cat is in there!”
“Pasha is? The poor baby. She must be wondering what that awful screaming was all about.” Myrtle marched into her bedroom and carefully picked up Pasha, bringing her back into the living room. “You’ve scared her to death, Puddin.”
“She scared me to death! I was mindin’ my own bizness and she came outta nowhere!” Puddin said huffily.
“That’s completely impossible,” said Myrtle. “Nothing can just materialize. It’s outside the laws of physics.”
Puddin stomped toward the bedroom again, grumbling all the way. Jack recommenced with his trucks and the requisite truck sounds that accompanied them.
Elaine said
