As everyone filed out of the meeting, Penny pulled Iris and me aside.
“I need to talk to you in private,” she said.
As we walked briskly to her office, Penny was quiet. Iris shot me a worried look as we took our seats.
Penny hopped up in her chair and positioned herself carefully on top of three phone books. Iris, who had no phone books on her chair, had trouble seeing over Penny’s large, oak desk.
Penny frowned, crossed her arms, and looked down at her notes.114
“Well,” she said cautiously, “I came in hating this rodent revolt. All these wacky terms and life-changing blah, blah, blah made this seem like a gimmick to me.”
Iris gulped and winced at the same time. I tightened my grip on the arms of my chair. This was getting ...