[Primrose Bolger]

The fray continues . . .

The battle of the kitchen was engaged! Both she and Buttercup had managed to wet their towels. It was two to one, but Cook, for all the years she had on them, seemed quite adept at keeping out of reach of their snapping towels. Ginger’s legs were stinging where Miz Bunce’s towel had connected, and she was sure there would be welts should she have the chance to look.

All three of them were laughing and shrieking as the skirmish progressed. Butterup had just fallen into a chair she hadn’t seen as she backed up, while Ginger tried to drive off the advancing Miz Bunce.

Then, the back door opened, casting a tunnel of light into the kitchen. And into the light stepped a backlit figure throwing a long shadow across the kitchen’s floor . . .