I busied myself with non-existent paperwork and had to admit, a short ten minutes later, the foyer looked about as good as it was getting without a solid vacuuming. The crew disappeared out the front door, slamming it shut and I grit my teeth against the sound instead of yelling because I was a good little host. Tempting to start a list and send repairs off to Olivia, but instead I sighed and looked down at Petunia. Still on her leash and in her harness, she lay at my feet, chin ...