Poppy’s Place in the Sun. Lorraine Wilson

      “That would be great, if you don’t mind.” I exhale with relief. “Thank you so much.”

      “I’ll see you at the chateau later on?” She asks before she walks away. “I’m on call, but I’ll be there.”

      “Oh. Yes. See you later then.” I cross my fingers there won’t be any vet emergencies this evening. Having Angeline there this evening might help.

      “Leo will be there too, of course.” Angeline heads off to continue her survey of the field boundaries, but I swear I see a gleam in her eye as she turns.

      Hmm.

      I get my phone out to Google where I can buy chicken wire.

      I want to be Angeline when I grow up.