"Meow!" Charles grinned. "Though we did talk a good deal about the work. But, of course, that's only natural."
"She didn't even see me until Henrietta pointed at me and yanked me out of the pigeon-hole where she had me stuck."
"I hope you aren't going to dislike her, Catherine." Charles was serious. "Since I have to see her in connection with the clinic, it might be awkward——"
"Thank the Lord, those are done!" Catherine turned from the sink. "Don't worry, old thing," she said, lightly. "I don't hate her. We never have insisted on love me, love all my dogs, you know."
"I thought you'd appreciate her." Charles was sulky.
"She's extremely handsome."
"She's as warm hearted as she is brilliant, too."
"Like a frog, she is!" thought Catherine. But she reached for the button and snapped out the light.
"I'll hurry with my shower," she said, preceding him up the hall. "Then you can have the tub. It's late."
The bathroom was littered with the children's discarded clothes. Little sluts! thought Catherine, gathering socks and shirts and bloomers. My fault, I suppose. I can't make 'em neat! Like a nice warm tub myself, she growled, but Charles is waiting. Someone's always waiting.