Sunny frowned, and pulled from her pocket a business card. Why did she have business cards? Well, they weren't exactly hers. On the front, they bore the hand-pressed address of a M. Handey and M. Cox, Esq. (There was no phone number, or email. Or fax. Which was odd, really.) On the back was scrawled an address. She held it out to Algernon.
"Are you
sure I can't have the cat," she asked, sitting down on the wet sand to attempt to summon Mogget over to her. "I mean, not that it's your business. It's Mogget's. He is his own person, and a very smart one."