Mrs. Fuller could tell Michelle was just trying to cause trouble, but she played along. "What about the day after tomorrow?"
"The day after tomorrow?" Michelle blinked. "The day after tomorrow... Renee has to work."
Mrs. Fuller looked helpless. "Then what do you suggest we do?"
Michelle pursed her lips and mumbled under her breath, "Tough cookies."
Mrs. Fuller: "..."
She looked at Renee Jennings for help.
The corners of Renee Jennings's lips curved up into a smile. "How about tomorrow morning, then? We can take Ginny to the dog park in the afternoon and then for a bath in the evening. Would that work?"
Mrs. Fuller gave her daughter a wry smile. "Michelle, do you think that would work?"
Michelle turned her head away. "Whatever."
Mrs. Fuller's smile widened. "Then how about ten-thirty tomorrow morning?"
"That works," Renee Jennings agreed.
"Great." Mrs. Fuller picked up her phone. "I'll let Serena know."
Michelle grabbed Renee's wrist. "Renee, come on, let's go upstairs."
