Chapter Two
"Look at that snow come down, Collie-cat. Brrr, just looking at it makes me want to snuggle down and hibernate. How about some checkers?" Beth sees her daughter still sulking. When the red-head shakes her head no, that's the last straw.
"Okay. Get on your warmest thermal underwear. We're going out."
"Ah, mom! But you're the one who needs those things. Remember, me and Spike can take the cold."
"Spike and I," Beth can't help but remind her daughter; not after all the years of taking English herself. "Put on whatever as long as I don't see you shivering out there."
"Can I borrow some gaiters, Mrs. St. John?"
"Yes, of course, Charles. Do I need to let your folks know you're here with us?"
"No, ma'm, they're probably still asleep but the staff know I'm here. Where else would I be?"
"Good point, Charles. Still I'll just leave them a note. We may be gone for a while."
"Why, Mom, where are we going?"
"It's a mystery." Beth smiles her Cheshire cat smile.
"Come on, just a hint." Ah, thought Beth, finally she's perked up.
"I've been hearing some disturbing rumors about finding large footprints in the snow."
"Yeah, we're going to find BIGFOOT."