She had two threes and a six. Rolling her eyes, she tossed down the three of hearts. “It’s your go.” Elspeth just yawned, then stuck her foot in the air to attend to some very personal grooming. Tossing the rest of her cards down in disgust, Ella shoved to her feet. “It would help if you’d take this game seriously, cat.” A low, rumbling purr was the only answer. Ella crossed the bedroom to the window, happy to feel how much better her foot was able to painlessly bear her weight. It had been a few days since that weird little incident in the library, and like a big fat coward, Ella had stayed right here in this room, completely avoiding Patrick. She’d read the books Mrs. Templeton had brought her, played more games of solitaire than she cared to admit, and finally, out of desperation, decided to deal the cat in. That hadn’t really gone well.
