Unleashed

Devoiry kept a wary eye on it as the afternoon turned into evening, poking her head ’round the kitchen doorway to make sure it didn’t gnaw at the living room curtains. But it was still going crazy at the front door.

Well, she was happy it wasn’t trying to get into the shepherd’s pie. She slammed the oven door closed and set the timer.

“Why’s Snowball standing at the door? Where’s Zeesy?” Menachem didn’t usually make conversation after supper, and Devoiry’s mind was already on the cinnamon buns she was planning to make.

“Zeesy? How should I know?”

“I was just wondering, because she had that job interview early this afternoon. She didn’t answer my message asking her how it went and I thought she might have come home and gone to sleep.”