Chapter 8Days are going by somewhat peacefully. Clara has now been promoted to Pastry Chef which is nice. Her career is progressing a little slow as she's been taking some time off and sometimes don't find the time to prepare thoroughly enough. There is no rush though.
Petlovers Inc. has been put on hold until we solve the issues with dear Brent, so no club gatherings in the near future. Because Caleb is picking up the phone every time Brent calls Clara, Brent apparently has resorted to waiting around here and there on the route that Clara and Lady walks...sigh.
Clara: 'Hello, Brent.' (...and sleeping, dirty Rosie.)
Brent: '...'
Clara: (Maybe Caleb can help me talk to him once and for all. Before everyone in town becomes aware of this whole thing.)
Caleb, whispering: 'Make it quick, Lady. We don't want your sleeping mom to be alone for too long.'
And so, Caleb pratically moved in with Clara and Lady - purely as a good friend!
Wednesday morning.
Caleb: 'Clara is so busy with work. Hmm, I think I'll look into solving that little...problem of yours, Lady. In a non-veterinarian way, of course.'
Clara got up kind of late around noon that day.
Clara, yawning: 'Um, who are you?
Caleb yelling from somewhere: 'Oh, meet Champ, Clara! I've borrowed him from a highly reputable breeder!'
Clara: 'You mean for Lady to have puppies?!'
Caleb, dramatizing and holding his hand to his chest: 'I simply couldn't bear to watch her suffer this morning, Clara. Her eyes...you should have seen the way she looked at me.'
Clara, amused: 'Yeah, that's her Wednesday thing. That doesn't mean she has to have puppies every week.'
Caleb, shocked: 'She has been in pain every week?! Well, it's time it ended then!'
Caleb: 'Oh my, Clara! I think they're actually doing it!' *gasps*
Clara, keeping her cool: 'How very observant of you, Caleb.'
Caleb: 'Clara, come into the livingroom with me immediately. But change your clothes first.'
Clara: '...Why?'
Clara: 'Mmph!'
Caleb: 'So the watcher could take that screenshot. Will you be my girlfriend, Clara?'
Clara, speechless: '...'
Clara: 'Of course, I will!'
Clara thinking to herself: (Chaos. Puppies, boyfriend...what happened to my simple life with Lady? I hope it all ends well.'
To be continued...