"Is something the matter my dear?" Emerick wondered as he propped himself up on his elbow.
"Nothing," Trixie replied in a short tone that suggested she didn't want to talk. That wasn't new.
"The way your tail is twitching suggests other wise," Emerick sat up and placed a hand on her bare shoulder.
He let it fall when she brushed it away. Of course. She was falling back on that bad habit of hers, clamming up and shutting him out when she got upset with something. What else had he expected?
"My tail can't suggest anything," Trixie snapped. "It doesn't have a mouth."
He supposed he should be grateful she was at least talking. At least that meant she wasn't upset with him. For the moment.
