Elaine dumped her bag on a chair.Teza looked up from tightening one of the corner clamps on the quilting frame. “No, what?”“Well, I have a little fawn-and-white Chihuahua named Doodlebug, you know, a little dog.” Elaine held her hands for both height and length, neither large. “Our neighbor—she makes it her lifetime aim to keep friction going—has a fat, white English bulldog named Bootsie that looks amazingly like Mrs. Smyth-with-a-Y and insists on messing in our yard. The dog, not the woman.”Chuckles set the others to sharing glances.“Anyway, Monday my dog charged out the door as I was coming in, chased said dog out of our yard and, in the altercation, bit him. Drew blood. So now this charming candidate for the least-liked woman in the world, or at least the county, is suing me. And its not the first time…” Elaine waved her hands in the air. “I'm not telling you this story to create laughter, so could you just listen without howling.”Kit and Teza glanced at each other and broke out again.
