The God of Small Pets

'You're staying for dinner, aren't you Cassie?' Beth stands by the sink, peeling carrots. She's decked out in her usual patchwork frumpwear and cracked plastic shoes. 'It's nutloaf.'
'Nutloaf!' shriek Petunia, Poppy and Peony. 'We hate nutloaf!'
'Sorry, Beth I don't think ─'
'Stay Cassie stay!' yell the trio. Beth casts a desperate glance over her shoulder. She's been fogged in a contagious air of doom since Charlie left.

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