out of the parking lot. The officer waited a full twenty minutes before he left. Andi watched his taillights fade into the distance from the kitchen window. The yellow bus was like a huge golden eye under her sensor light. Large, yellow bus. Uh-huh. Okay, Mr. Peter King, you have this coming to you!
âHey you guys, line up, weâre going to a party! First I have to get the location. Second, you need to get duded up. Wait here.â The Christmas box of odds and ends of ribbon and ornaments was clearly marked. Spools of used ribbon were just what she needed. Every dog, every cat, got a red bow, even Rosie. The pups, smaller, skinnier ribbons. âIâm going to warm up the bus, so donât get antsy. I also need to find my motherâs pearls. I donât know why, but I have to wear them.â Finally, wearing the pearls, wads of tissue stuck in the two flap pockets of her flannel shirt, pups in their box in hand, Andi led the animals to the bus. âEverybody sit down and be quiet. Weâre going to show Mr. Peter King what we think about the way he does business!â
Thirty-five minutes later, Andi swung the bus onto Brentwood Drive. Cars were lined up the entire length of the street. âThis indeed poses a dilemma,â she muttered. She eyed the fire hydrant, wondering if she could get past it and up onto the lawn. Loud music blasted through the closed windows. âIt must be a hell of a party,â she muttered as she threw caution to the wind and plowed ahead.
Andi grabbed the handle to open the door. âOoops, wait just one second. Annabelle, come here. You, too, Cleo.â From her pocket she withdrew a tube of Raspberry Cheese Louise lipstick and painted both dogâs lips. Annabelle immediately started to lick it off. âStop that. You need to keep it on till we get to the party. Okay, you know the drill, we move on three. I expect you all to act like ladies and gentlemen. If you forget your manners, oh, well.â She blew her nose, tossed the tissue on the ground and gave three sharp blasts on the whistle. âWe arenât going to bother with the doorbell, the musicâs too loud.â
âParty time!â
âEek!â âSquawk!â âOh, my God! Itâs a herd!â âTheyâre wearing lipstick! I donât believe this!â
âHi, Iâm Andrea Evans,â Andi croaked. âI think Iâd like a rum and Coke and spare the Coke.â Her puffy eyes narrowed when she saw her intended lounging on a beautiful brocade sofa, his head thrown back in laughter. He laughed harder when Cedric lifted his leg on a French Provincial table leg. Not to be outdone, Isaac did the same thing. Annabelle squatted in the middle of a colorful Persian carpet as she tried to lick off the lipstick.
âNow, this is what I call a party,â Peter managed to gasp. âLadies and gentlemen, stay or go, the decision is yours. It ainât gonna get any better than this! Wait, wait, before you go, Iâd like to introduce you to the lady Iâm going to marry right after the first of the year. Dr. Andrea Evans, meet my guests. I donât even want to know why you did this,â he hissed in her ear.
âYou said you wanted a lived-in house. Myra is going to get sick from all that pâté. Oh, your guests are leaving. By the way, I parked the bus on your lawn.â
âNo!â
âYep. Donât you care that your guests are leaving? Iâm sick.â
âAnd youâre going right to bed,â Sadie said, leaning over Andi. âYou can forgive me later, my dear. Oh, my, you are running a fever. Isnât this wonderful, Peter? Itâs like weâre a real family. Your furniture will never be the same. Do you care?â
âNope,â Peter said, wrapping his arm around Andiâs shoulders. âDo you want to tell me what prompted thisâ¦extraordinary visit?â
Andi told him. âSo, you
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