The Revenge Plan
“Washing is complete, and sheet drying has commenced.”
Wick set the cup on the counter and turned to face me. Leaning his hip against the counter, he nodded but didn’t say anything, which prompted me to make nervous, awkward gestures with my hands as I blurted, “I didn’t notice the building mascot earlier when we were in the basement but I think I scared one of his nine lives right out of him when I appeared suddenly in the stairwell. He dashed back through the cat door before I could introduce myself.”
“Must’ve been Princess,” Wick said, nodding. “The building owner’s cat.”