“Where’s Doppler?” Helaine was asking.
We’d just come upstairs after dinner. Sometimes Doppler straggles, staying in her bed in the kitchen. She wasn’t there.
“Is she is your room,” Helaine continued?
There’s a blanket behind my chair where Doppler lounges. Not this time.
Why? You’ll have to ask Doppler.
We have no objection. She does have run of the house.