for him.â Abby glanced over at Sunny and Will. âAnd I guess youâll be setting up housekeeping here when your father goes to live with my mom?â
Helena and Mike looked like a pair of teenagers caught making out on the couch. Mrs. M. sputtered for a moment. âAbigail Martinson,â she finally managed to say. âWhat are you suggesting?â
âCome on, Mom. When I get you on the phone, all you do is talk about Mr. Coolidge there.â
âMike,â Sunnyâs dad said in a faint voice.
âI mean, itâs obvious you have a relationship, and Iâm glad for thatâhonestly.â
Mrs. M. stared, and so did Mike. âYou are?â
âWell, sure. You ought to have someone in your life, and I have no problem with that. But . . .â Abby bit her lip, trying to find words. âWhen Dad got sick, you took care of him, and I know that was very tough on you.â She glanced at Mike. âAre you ready to do that again with Mr. Coolidge?â
Mike and Helena shared a lookâand a different kind of shock. Theyâd been enjoying one anotherâs company, but that didnât mean theyâd immediately started on long-range life plans.
Sunny decided it was time for her to speak up. âYou know, Iâve been taking care of my dad.â
âFrom before or after you lost your job in New York?â Abby smiled at the look on Sunnyâs face. âItâs amazing, the resources a law firm offers if you want to check into people.â
âWow, youâre a one-woman intervention.â Will shook his head in wonder. âCome here to save your mom from our clutches.â
âBut I think youâve been in California too long.â Sunnystruggled to keep her voice level. âI lost my job
because
I came up here to help Dad out. But thatâs what we do here. We look out for our own. I help my dad. Helena helps folks who canât put food on the table. And if she needs a hand, Iâm happy to offer one.â
Abby looked as if sheâd been slapped. âMaybe I have spent too much time in Cali.â She looked down at her hands. âYou see a lot of bad stuff there, greed, pretense, back-stabbing. But I worried about you, Mom.â She reached over to take Helenaâs hand. âI wanted to see how you were doing.â
That was the moment Shadow chose to make his entrance. He veered a little to rub beside Sunnyâs leg, but then he headed boldly to Abby, staring up at her.
She smiled and leaned forward. âWell, hello there, cutey. Who are you?â
*
Shadow hung back, watching as the two visitors arrived. One he recognized, the Old Oneâs She. The other was another two-leggity female, younger. Shadow wasnât sure that was good. Some places heâd been, when there was an extra She, fights began. If Sunnyâs He got too interested, that might happen here.
That wouldnât be good.
As they sat down to eat, it seemed as though he was right to be worried. Shadow could feel the tension in the air, and it seemed to center around the strange new female. The Old One and his She seemed almost frightened, giving the newcomer hard looks. Shadow thought Sunny might fly from her chair, even though she didnât have much in the way of teeth and claws.
He did, though. And if this strange She started making trouble, sheâd have him to deal with.
Sunny spoke sharply, and Shadow got ready to jump into battle. But then the mood suddenly changed. The strange She spoke softly, taking the older femaleâs hand.
Maybe there wonât be a fight after all,
Shadow thought, padding forward. He stopped to mark Sunnyâand to remind her that he was on her side. Then he walked up to the stranger.
She showed teeth in that odd way humans had and bent forward, extending a hand. But she wasnât grabby like some two-legs. She politely held it down so he could give it a sniff. Unlike the older