Six o’clock found Cassandra dressed in her black jeans and a soft cashmere sweater with crossover ties that wrapped around her waist. She’d given in to vanity and was brushing mascara on when a knock sounded at the front door. Artemis also came out, she was wearing her favourite jeans and red jumper and had made sure that her hair was covered under cap.
“You look good, darling,” said Cassandra as she went ahead to open the door.
Mr. Smith immediately bolted from the bathroom, his claws skittering on the floorboards.
“One of these days you’re going to ricochet up the hall like a pinball,” she called after him.
She could see a tall, broad silhouette in the glass panel as she approached and she lifted a hand to her hair. She hadn’t had a chance to repair the damage the beanie had caused y
