She did, however, glory in the fact that she had us all following her around the McMurphy. Frances was the first to call off the search. “I’ll put up notices for the guests tomorrow. We’ll find the cat. In the meantime, Allie, go to bed. You have to get up in a few hours to make fudge.” “And you have to be back here to man the reception desk,” Jenn pointed out to Frances. “We have a group of ten coming in tomorrow. If they come in early and the rooms aren’t ready, we’ll have to store their luggage and coordinate the cleaning.” Frances nodded and hid a yawn. “Yes, the Summersets in room three-o-three already tried to extend their stay. I had to tell them we were fully booked, so I suspect they will take their time leaving.” “I’ll put a note under their door reminding them that check out is at eleven.” Jenn said. “What will we do with the cat once we find it?” I asked. When they all looked at me as if I was a simpleton, I added, “What? I never had pets growing up.
