Felicia picked up Lucy and borrowed the car seat. "I'm having dinner with some friends," she said, "but have a good evening. I'll have her back by morning."
Harold frowned. "Isn't four a bit young for an overnight?" he said. "And what friends?"
"Stop fretting about it, Harold." Gillian zipped up her leather one-piece. "It's Fliss' monthly werewolf pack meeting. They have wine, watch a movie and then go out for dinner. What could possibly go wrong?"
Harold shrugged and opened the van. "Nothing, I suppose," he said. "Now, Bernard's set us an table in his new conservatory. It'll be beautiful to eat by the light of the full moon.