Artemisia

“One, two, three… Would you please hold still?”

Lisa and I chuckle as we watch Celeste count the pups that can’t seem to hold still.

“They’re so cute,” I say, pushing myself off the small bus that we’re leaning on.

Lisa is still biting on a straw from the juices we just drank. “Terribly cute.”

“I’ve packed everything now, Missy. You won’t miss anything even during our excursion.” Daisy appears out of nowhere, carrying a huge rucksack on her shoulders. ...