Skipper hung her coat on the rack after she'd changed from her walking boots to the indoor slippers by the door.
The evening sky had turned to molten brass, the last rays of sun seeping through the curtains, skimmed the surface of the furniture.
"It's actually five thirty and Sloane ain't watching her regularly scheduled Blood war series?"
She peeped in the kitchen and at the outdoor garden she'd put together on the first day she moved into the house. She wasn't upstairs in her room either.
"Hey, Sloany, where are ya? The house ain't that big for ya to get lost!"
Skipper was halfway down the stairs when she heard footsteps. Her head bobbed upwards to the silhouette of a calmer version of Sloane, with a lighter shade of brown hair in a chignon.
"Svetlana?"
"Hi Skipper, I just got back today. Sloane hasn't come back since last night, she probably slept at a friends place."
