 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Right. She shouldn’t look. Quickly, Claudine averted her eyes from the cage and was relieved to soon find President in her arms again. His warmth brought significant comfort to her. “Thank you,’’ she said meekly to Williamson before gladly turning her back on the cage, also taking care to keep President’s gaze away from it. Once back to her original place, she kissed the little forehead and tried to concentrate on the lesson once more.
It was not easy to make her notes as she was also tasked with keeping President occupied. Fortunately, she was still in possession of the toy which helped. Once done, she chanced a peek at Williamson and Rufus. No wampus was going to make her or her kneazle do anything again. Not for a second.
Claudine raised her hand. “I’ll work with Flynn,’’ she offered. She left President on her seat, grateful that he was still chewing on the toy. She approached the front of the class. Since Flynn had volunteered first, she’s let him take the leash. Suddenly, she jumped as something brushed up against her leg.
President was not going to be left behind. He went where this hooman went. The kneazle continued rubbing against her feet. |