“Well,” I say brightly. “I hear Bek is training the kits today, yes?” “Oh, that’s right,” says Liz, walking up to the group with her toddler in tow. She yawns, heading for a seat near the fire. “The girls are going with him so no need for you to help out, Daisy. But thank you.” Does she think I’m volunteering to watch them? “Where are they meeting?” I ask, keeping a perky smile on my face. “I should like to join.” Everyone stops and stares at me. Liz blinks. Twice.
