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Chapter Eight
Chapter EightLeaving the newspaper face down, Jenny made herself a cup of coffee and tried to get herself ready for the day. It was unlike her to sleep in so late and she felt quite a bit annoyed with herself. As she padded around her flat she contented herself that the worst was over, that Mrs Charles' old house was beginning to return to something like normal. The dead animals had been removed, some of the cats had already been re-homed, and the rabbits were safely stowed away in the large, outdoor pens, males in one, females in the other. All she needed to do now was think about what she could do with them. The rescue-centre bell rang. Customers. Jenny threw her coffee down her throat in one and ran down towards the main entrance. A man whom she didn't know was standing there, with a
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