Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

Finnley, who was behind the sofa for reasons unknown, stood up and screamed at the top of her lungs. The scream was so unexpected and of such force that Godfrey dropped the novel he was holding and Liz came running from across the hall. What she had been doing across the hall all that time, god only knows, but she certainly wasn’t writing, said Godfrey later when recounting the story to Roberto.

“Mr Dugrat has gone,” announced Finnley when she was sure she had their attention. “Gone,” she repeated.

“Rat? I didn’t know you had a rat. Gone where?” asked Liz nervously.

Finnley gave her a withering glance. “Therefore I did not get to the convention because I have been searching hither and thither for him.”