Miss Isabella kept a slow and measured step all the way to the kitchen, looking back on occasion to check on Angelita's progress and waiting for her whenever she seemed to be struggling to keep up. And for her part, Angelita kept pace, trailing just behind and to the right, with her tail pushed proudly up behind her.
Turning the corner into the kitchen, Miss Isabella was greeted by Rosalind, now having changed into work clothes and sitting down at the butcher block table with a slab of cheese between two slices of bread on a plate in front of her. There was a bite out of the corner.
"Miss Isabella," said Rosalind, hopping to her feet while still chewing. "Can I make you a sandwich?"
Miss Isabella waved her off. "No thank you. Please sit. Enjoy your lunch. I'm here to find something for Angelita."
"Oh," said Rosalind.