26It was after five o’clock by the time I got back to Polka Central. Peg was still in the office, working on the new laptop with a bottle of water and a bag of pistachios at her side.
Her eyes flicked up from the screen when I walked in. “How’d it go, Lottie? Did you make Father cry ‘uncle?’”
“I’m working on it.” I smiled and tried to sound blasé about the whole thing. “I’ve got him on the ropes.”
“Do you know how great that is?” She looked back down at her computer. “Father Speedy always gets what he wants.”
“Not this time, Peg.” I clapped my hands together. “This time, he gets nothing. I told him we’re moving Polkapourri to a new location.”
“You told him we’re moving?” Peg looked stunned behind her polka dot glasses. “You mean you lied to him?”
“Nope.” I didn’t have th
