As soon as I unfastened Francis’s lead, he astonished me by scaling the wardrobe. Then he turned and looked at me. “What is it?” He made a barking sound at me. “Francis!” I exclaimed in surprise. He’d never made such a sound at me before. I pulled up a chair and stood on it to see what was bothering him. To my amazement, there were three luminous objects in the shadows on top of my wardrobe. Eggs. I stared at him in amazement. “Wait—” I gasped. “These are yours, aren’t they? You’re—you’re not Francis with an i— you’re Frances with an e!”
