Meanwhile Possum Lady casually tucked the lip balm under her arm and reached up, standing on those amazing back toes until she could reach the oven door handle. She hauled it down, stepping back at the same time, then hopped up onto the door.
She walked forward, her fleshy feet making quiet little squeaks on the oven’s window glass.
Deb picked up the big cutting board and kept going, while Jeff grabbed a handful of dishtowels after all.
The oven mitts were now on the bottom of that open door and out of reach.
Everything worked perfectly, and quietly, until Deb went to put the cutting board beside the refrigerator.
It slipped out of her sweaty hand and clattered against the steel side.
She turned in time to see Possum Lady jerk up and whirl, with a truly intimidating number of sharp t
