Luckily, Pansy had stayed at home—or so she thought until she felt movement in her big, black purse. She snatched it open, glaring down at the cat. “What are you doing in there?”“Hijacking a ride. It’s either that or one of those other cats try to play footsie with me.”“Who on earth are you talking to?” Hazel asked, lifting a teacup to her lips.“It’s probably Pansy,” Aunt Maxine said. “You really should learn to leave that cat at home.”“It’s not like I didn’t try, and I’m expected at Mario’s at six o’clock for dinner.”“Oh, really?” Wanda asked. “Who with?”“Her new neighbor Noah, I suspect,” Aunt Maxine said. “And I wholeheartedly approve. It doesn’t hurt that he looks like Clark Gable.”“Really? I never noticed,” Petunia said, not really caring to let her aunt play matchmaker with a future candidate that would be running for sheriff. Petunia wrinkled her nose and couldn’t hold back the sneeze or the bubbles that floated all around her.
