“Good point. They’d make it hard to keep up the charade, too. It would suck to have them hounding you.” Penelope spoke for the first time, crumbs of orange cake quivering on her whiskers. I can help with that. “Thank you, Penelope.” “Did she offer to spray them?” Holly asked. “How did you know?” “It’s what I would do if I were a skunk. It’s a real superpower.”
