“Oh
for heaven's sake,” I said, “Just tell us.”
The
brown haired cat made for the sofa, brushing Fiona's feet out of her
way to sit down. The one with dark hair seemed to be circling my
husband, occasionally brushing against him.
“I'll
get them something,” he said, walking toward the kitchen.
“There,”
I said, “Food is on its way, now tell me if you have any news.”
The
auburn girl suddenly looked at the corner of the room, a sort of
anticipation filling her eyes. The other stood staring at Oak. He
groaned again, which seemed to cause the cat to yawn, then look very
surprised.
“Anything
at all?” I asked, but they both stayed silent.
