When I tell her you're ready to sell to a customer, she'll take you back to the lab. Maybe two or three weeks from now.” “Is that all the time I have here?” Henie reached down for the cat's pan, hugged it to her and turned around. She paused to study the barn, the pasture and the grove of cottonwood trees behind the fence with the most dejected glance. With a heavy sigh, she ambled away. Karen walked with Henie to the barn long enough to set the cat bowl in the manger. After a glimpse at her watch, she decided she'd wasted enough of her time. She insisted Henie go back to the house with her. Henie consented, but she grumbled she was only leaving the cat because she still had to do kitchen cleanup. Karen started typing, but she had trouble keeping her mind on her story. She remembered the glow on Henie's face when she found the cat and her family. She lost that happy look quick enough when Karen gave her a hard time about the cat. Henie turned really glum when they discussed Amy coming after her.
