Chapter 32

Years later?

Figured her car would decide to die without warning, probably because the warranty on it ran out the week before.

"Stupid piece of crap." Francine slapped the steering wheel and got out of her car. She glared at the offending piece of junk, wondering just how she would now make it to her best friend's baby shower in time. Sure, she could have stripped and turned furry, running the rest of the way, but then how would she carry the damned present she bought for the occasion? Arriving empty handed seemed so gauche no matter the reason. And, given the awkward size of the gift, she couldn't exactly carry it in her canine mouth.

Sighing, she yanked out her cell phone, only to curse at the black screen. She'd forgotten to charge it-again.