You probably need only one woman sitting on your porch. And one only. I can picture her now....with a cat carrying case, Herr Godfather Drosselmeier... and all his syringes...just a setting, at the dimming of the light, with her queenly bearing, and her brisk sense of what's right, what's wrong, and what's real. Miz Sara would whop your wife into shape if anybody could, and that would give us all warm cockles, even if we had to borrow some.
Why thank you Delia. Herr Drosselmeier is feeling better. He ventured past the doorway of my daughter's room tonight and was in the kitchen next to me, unbelievable! He hadn't moved from under that bed or chair for 9 days. And you know what happened? I accidently kicked him, and he started running back for the bedroom and the 3 dogs chased him again. So he is under her bed again, and not coming near me. Again.
I would love the opportunity to go into that house and grab those stupid tarot cards from her little love altar and rip them up and throw the pieces in her face.
I guess she would be surprised if a strange woman with a big cat with glowing green eyes burst into her house and did that. And what if Saffie rode shotgun with her whip?
