After a worried moment, the kitten padded to Miri’s side and placed a soft paw on her face. “Yaah!” Miri shot upward in fright. Molly lifted her head. “What happened?” she croaked. “Oh. It’s just Cookie.” Miri exhaled in relief and lay down once more, setting the kitten on her stomach. “Hi, sweetie-kitty.” After a moment, an uncontrollable purr spilled from Cookie as she snuggled into Miri’s hand. Molly edged closer, and her hand joined Miri’s in stroking the kitten’s soft fur. Eyes—both kitten and girl—closed. For a while, the only sound in the kitchen was purring. “Whatsamatter with you guys?” Miri opened an eye. Four incredibly dirty sneakers, covered with inky words and pictures, stood inches from her face. She looked up. “Hi.” Ray and Robbie exchanged frowns. “You’re on the floor,” said Ray. “You’re sleeping on the floor.” “Brilliant observation,” yawned Molly. They’d landed in the front hallway on their hands and knees, sick and frightened.
