Chapter 8

Last night, Mom and Dad had another party with fur coats. Mrs. Kenly came and splashed her coat across the bed with the others. “Hi, kidlets,” she said to me and Lily. She whooshed away into the crowded living room.

Later, during Dainty Ladies at the Ball, I put on Mrs. Kenly’s coat. I looked at the barf spot. It was so clean, you’d never have known. What a relief; who knew you could get throw-up out of mink? But maybe a fur coat is easy to clean. Maybe it can have a shampoo, like a dog. I mean, it’s small brown animals, after all. And I’m sure they were happy to get the barf washed out of their scalps.