I was right.

I know, it's not nice to say it.  But it is true:

Spring is crazy.

She thinks the has two personalities.  There is "I'm a sweet as a Georgia peach" Spring, and then there is "Don't mess with Texas, or me" Spike.

Yes, Spike.  Where she came up with that I have no idea.  She blames Spike for all the bad stuff she does.  Actually that isn't really a bad idea, now that I think about it.

But come on, imagining you're someone else...that's just plain nuts.

High Stakes

Chapter 29

I was finishing the last bite of porterhouse when I heard Morgan on the walkie-talkie.

“I can see them,” she said in an exaggerated whisper.

“Good timing, Rover One,” I told her, smacking my lips contentedly.  “I just finished my second steak.”

“Second steak?  I spoke to you not more than thirty seconds ago.  You ate two steaks?”

          I winked at Samantha, grill master extraordinaire, and replied, “I can’t rush a good meal, Morgan.  What’s going on at Sadie’s place?”

          “I’m trying to figure that out.  I could see them through the kitchen window, but they’re moving into another room.  I’ll try to get a better view, but I need you to stay quiet.  I don’t want them to hear you,” she said.  There was a pause in her transmission, which I spent eating a bag of Oreos, and soon she continued.  “The three of them are in what looks like a dining room.  They’re sitting at a round table and seem to be discussing something, but I can’t hear what they’re saying.”

          “Do they have any snacks?” I asked, hoping to flesh out the mental pictures I was creating based on Morgan’s report.

          “Shhhh!” she hissed.  “Star is opening a box of some sort and Cassie has a pencil and paper.  Maybe this is that inventory discrepancy Samantha was talking about; they’re cooking the books.”

          “Mmm…cooking,” I murmured, but obediently avoided pressing the “talk” button on my radio as I said it.

          “No, that’s not it.  Star has a bunch of cards…do you think they read Tarot?  Maybe this is all black magic!”

          “Ooooh!” I heard Samantha and Sinty chorus behind me.  I hadn’t realized they were even listening but it was clear they were entranced by Morgan’s adventure.

          “Wait!  I know what this is!  Darn it all, this just takes the cake.  I’m going in,” Morgan declared and the transmission ended abruptly.

          I turned to look at Sinty and Samantha.  Their faces were lined with worry.  What could I do?  I couldn’t leave my post, and I couldn’t send Sinty or Samantha to help Morgan.  All I could do was fret until I heard from her again.  I paced around the karaoke machine, too nervous to sing, even though I knew the girls were dying to hear my special rendition of “Blue Moon,” which would have matched perfectly with the s’mores. In truth, we were all so distracted with thoughts of Morgan that we didn’t notice the dark sedan pull up behind Miss Steak until the doors slammed shut and a beagle and a black Lab stepped out into the night.