JILL.....For three weeks, the place was mine. Or at least the weekends. I longed to be here full time, but was no closer to resolving my "work away from work" dilemma. Sheila's time was full at her job and home life, and she had been phoning me on Thursday nights to say that she'd be unable to come on the weekends. I missed having her there, but the peace and quiet of one's own time was a treat. I was spending a lot of time reading and had made the living room really my own for the time being, sharing it only with Annie who never seemed to be far away.
     I'd come down to Greyleith early on Friday. It had started like any other and looked to be sunny all the day long. I was very curious about the bench in the woods, and so started that way again. All was as I'd last seen it, and I sat down, waiting;for what I wasn't sure, but wondered if the odd feeling I'd had then would be repeated. Annie sat down as well, and then curled up contentedly. It was very still, and I could hear one bird repeating its call. It went on and on until another answered from somewhere in the wood. It was a cheery sound. And the sun on my face was so warm. I felt myself relaxing again, and strangely unafraid of the distant feeling creeping over me. The trees looked smaller, the bench newer and the paths not nearly as worn. Voices down the path seemed to wash over me, and I turned my head slightly to see who was coming.
     A girl, dressed in clothes from another time, and a young man. They were laughing and had an arm each around the other's waist. He was carrying a camera and she a pole, which I suddenly realized was a tripod of sorts. In an instant I knew these were the people in the picture I'd seen in the attic. They seemed not to see me, and the girl, whom I knew to be Annie, sat down on the bench. She reached down and patted the cat there;"my" Annie, and then started to talk to the man who had gone to set up the camera several feet in front of the bench.
     A loud 'meow' startled me and I looked down to see Annie looking up at me. She seemed impatient all of a sudden and once again started back along the path towards the house, just as she had done the first time. I dragged myself back into the present and followed her slowly. Looking back at the bench, I wondered if all I'd just seen was a vision or something more. It rather disturbed me but was intriguing at the same time. I wondered if I should mention it to Sheila, but thought that she might think me slightly demented. Already I had mentioned a cat she couldn't see!
     Back at the house I made myself a cup of tea and went up to the attic. I had it in mind to separate the books into two piles; one for Annie and another for Ruth. I tried to sort out the ones for Annie, and found that they followed each other in a fairly simple way. The little book of photos was the same size as the others but there were no written entries in it other than the names under the one photo of Annie and Albert. It was difficult to tell how old Annie might have been but she looked quite young. Eighteen or nineteen perhaps? And no date. Just a decorative numeral one on the first page. The journals also started with the same decorative numbers but no date. I wondered if the ones for Ruth were numbered and made a mental note to ask Sheila that.
     Annie started the first journal with musings about her personal feelings. She seemed to be at odds with her world and not sure of what she really wanted to do. What had she done thus far, I wondered? In those days surely you had to have an occupation in mind by the time you finished school? I laughed to myself to think that perhaps she was a little like me, an incurable romantic,just waiting for the world to drop something worth pursuing at her feet. She seemed particularly taken with a cat she had that followed her everywhere. There were other animals at the farm too, and they each had personalities but none quite like her special cat. Its name appeared nowhere and she referred to it simply as 'A'. Most of the rest of the journal was taken up with observations of the changing seasons at Fiddler's Green, and notations of garden plantings and the weather.
     In the second journal a new character was introduced and Annie seemed to come alive in the writings. She was becoming involved with a man from the village and she called him Bertie. Short for Albert, I thought. And the mystery man in the picture. She saw him infrequently, but seemed to live for the moments when they were together. He was a traveller, it seemed, or at least earned his living travelling the districts taking pictures of people in their homes. He seemed to have endless tales that he related to Annie, and in turn she entered the most interesting ones in her books in quotes "from Bertie".
     It wasn't until I finished the second journal that it dawned on me that there was no mention of her parents in relation to Bertie and I wondered about that. Had she and Bertie been meeting secretly I wondered, and why would that be? What could be so wrong with a photographer? I put the journals aside and looked again at the one with the photos. Bertie could not have been the only one with a camera ,if indeed their relationship was a secret, as there were pictures here of older people, presumably Annie's parents. Ruth featured in a few and always in the gardens or seated on the verandah. There was one picture of her with a group of young children who looked entirely unrelated to each other. Annie wasn't in that picture and I wondered then if Annie was also a photographer. Was that how she and Bertie had met?
     Enough mysteries for one day I thought and went downstairs to wait for Sheila. The livingroom looked inviting in the sun and I settled down with my book. It wasn't long before I heard Sheila's car. In any case, Annie jumping down from the window sill was enough to warn me of her arrival.
     Sheila seemed happy and relieved to be here and we sat down to chat about our weeks apart and our own worlds. She had an appointment to go into town to see Mrs. Abbot the next day and wondered if I'd be interested in going along. I was interested in seeing what she had in the way of photos but decided to reserve judgement until the next day.

SHEILA..... I was back on my way to our house in Greyleith once again. I hadn't been there for three weekends due to committments at work and things I had promised to do for other people. I knew Jill had been up every weekend, and I was dying to catch up on her news. I knew she relished time there alone and hoped that she would be alright with the two of us living together. Afterall......she had given up a good few years to the care of our parents and I didn't want her to feel she had to put her personal life on hold any longer just because I was around. I wanted to talk to her about that this weekend, and also have a good long look at the financial situation. I liked my work and the people there, but I was past ready to retire. Not in years maybe, but I felt as though time was slipping away far too fast and there were so many things I wanted to do in the craft field that I hadn't had time for.
     I also wanted to see Mrs. Abbot again. I had a hundred questions for her. I wanted to hear more about Ruth and her life. I had done a lot of reading in the last three weeks and had been more than a little startled to find that many of my thoughts and beliefs so closely followed the practice of Wicca. I needed to get some answers from someone who had been involved with it for a long time, as I was certain that Mrs. Abbot had been.
     I thought that when I went to visit Mrs. Abbot, I might look about and see if there was any chance of a part-time job in Greyleith. If the financial situation was tight, I would still need to work and maybe a part-time thing would be enough to tide over. I needed to talk to Jill about it and see if she felt the same.
     I reached Greyleith, and just before turning the corner onto our road caught a glimpse of the very lady I had been thinking about, just coming out of one of the shops, so I pulled over and called to her. She was delighted to see me and wondered where I had been and I had to explain all about the work thing and the promises I had had to keep that kept me away. We made arrangements for me to visit her the next afternoon and I went on my way with a wave.
     I got to Fiddler's Green and found Jill curled up with a book and looking very much at home. After the greetings and grabbing a tea we settled down to chatting and catching up on what had been happening in my absence. I asked about the journals, and all Jill would say was that she had found that both sisters had written journals and that she had separated them into their respective piles and hadn't looked into Ruth's, but had started reading a bit from the ones Annie had written. I told her that I was going into see Mrs. Abbot next afternoon and said that the invitation had been extended to her as well if she wanted to join us, and Jill said she'd see. I was glad to see that there had been some additions made in the form of some of Jill's favorite things from home, and was happy that she was feeling at home here now too. It was only a matter of a short time, I hoped, before we would be here permanently, but I didn't want to crowd her when she was just getting used to being on her own again.
     After catching up on the news and having a bit of dinner, I decided to have another go in the attic. Ruth's diaries are proving very interesting. I'd only begun to read the first one which she started when she was 20 I believe. She has a boyfriend but they don't seem to be planning a wedding any time soon. I wonder if her job has anything to do with that. She teaches at the local public school and unlike myself seems to really like the kids. There are eight grades in her classroom and she finds it quite a challenge to plan and teach all the different age groups. She's got more gumption than I have, then. I can't imagine the work that must be involved in teaching one grade never mind all eight. If I remember correctly, a lady of that time is not allowed to continue teaching if she marries, and I wonder if that is why Ruth doesn't mention marriage plans.
     A noise made me look up and Jill was standing there with a cup of tea for me. "Hi.....thought you might like a break."
     "Thanks.......have you read much of Annie's stuff yet? It turns out that Ruth teaches school and has a boyfriend. I'm not sure of the date though it's a bit smudged but it looks like 1908 and she is 20."
     " I've read some, but I always get side tracked, so I thought I'd leave them for a bit."
     I was a little surprised to hear that, but I had the impression that Jill didn't really want to talk about Annie just yet and changed the subject. "I wonder why they used this room to write their diaries and not just use their bedrooms. Do you think it was always this bare? It's a big room and I can't quite imagine it being this empty except for this little desk. I wonder if Mrs. Abbot would know anything about it. It's strange that the stairway would be hidden too. I'll have to ask her about it tomorrow. Did you want to come with me and have a look at her albums?"
     "Yes, I think so......can I leave the final decision til the morning?"
     "Sure......no problem."

SHEILA..... We were disappointed to wake to rain in the morning. Jill seemed quite content to curl up beside the fireplace with her cup of tea and a book after breakfast, but I felt restless and wandered around the house, finally ending up in the attic. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. Perhaps it was time to have a look at that little book that dealt with Wicca. I had been doing some reading on the subject and felt a little more comfortable with the whole thing. The attic wasn't cold exactly, but I felt a bit chilled and hoped I wasn't coming down with a cold.
     I pulled the trunk out from under the table and opening it, found that the small Book of Shadows was right on top. I didn't remember putting it there, but must have done so, last time I was up here. Perhaps Jill had had a quick peek inside. I didn't think that she was particularly interested in the idea, but was probably a bit curious . The first page inside the front cover was covered with drawings of birds, flowers and little animals in a broad border around Ruth's name. Once again I wondered if she had designed the glassware in the cupboards downstairs. Perhaps Mrs. Abbot would be able to tell us when we saw her after lunch. I was glad that Jill had agreed to come along.
     The next few pages were taken up with various lists. One was a list of rules for celebrating the Goddess and I noticed that Ruth had included the God as well. From my reading I understood that there were two entities, but that often women tended to dedicate their celebrations to the Goddess alone. I was glad that Ruth had included both as that seemd to me to be a little more balanced. The names she had given to the entities were unfamiliar, and sounded a little as though they might be Egyptian. That was odd. Whenever I thought of any sort of magic or rites, I automatically thought of Druids, but that might be because I was more familiar with them than other cultures. I made a mental note to read up on the Egyptians.
     Another page held a list of tools needed for the ceremonies. And another was a list of the different days for celebrating and well as a drawing of the year in segments, with the colors and tools that applied to the different holidays. All the pages were decorated with the little drawings that I was becoming used to seeing. The next section held the poems that Ruth had used in her ceremonies and I didn't read these. I didn't know if reading them involked them and if it did,.. well.... I wasn't ready for that. I supposed that the God and Goddess would probably ignore anyting I sent in ignorance, but didn't want to get into something before I was ready.
     I glanced briefly through the rest of Ruth's "Book of Shadows" . Most of the pages were taken up with a single poem or short passage. Some seemed to be in the form of prayers or the outline of a ritual. I felt a little uncomfortable, as though I was tresspassing on someone's territiry uninvited, and put the little book back into the trunk. Perhaps I could start on the jounals instead. Jill had separated the ones that Annie had written from Ruth's and I noticed that she had tied Annie's up with a bit of ribbon. There was a sort of unspoken pact that we would only read the ones written by the person who seemed to call to us, and so I turned to the pile that Ruth had written. The last time I had been here I had put them in order with the earliest one at the top, and I took this one out and turned the pages until I came to the place I had left off.
     Her life seemed to be fairly ordinary, and most of the entries were about the garden and the plants she had there.She mentioned that her Mother had been ill, but didn't go into details. A couple of times I had wondered what sort of relationship she had had with her Mom. Mine had been tentative and though we got along quite well during her later years, the early ones had not been too much fun. Perhaps Ruth and I were alike in that as well. I wondered when she had become iinvolved with Wicca since there didn't seem to be anything in this particular journal to suggest that she was interested in it at this point. Some of the pages were decorated with little drawings and a few times she had done a very good sketch of one of the garden plants, and used some sort of water color to highlight it. She seemed to be happiest in her gardens and I could certainly identify with that. It occurred to me that when we had taken the furniture from the barn back into the house that we had not seen any pictures. Ruth was a very good artist and I wondered why she hadn't painted anything for the house. Another thing to ask Mrs. Abbot. I should make a list or I would be bound to forget half of what we wanted to know.
     This journal was mostly an account of her daily life with some mention of the school children and her lessons for them. A couple of times she described a trip with Annie into Ottawa and how she was so glad to get back to the peace of Fiddler's Green. Apparently she didn't like crowded places. Well, I could certainly understand that. Both Jill and I had realized almost immediately that this house was very soothing and it was hard to have to leave at the end of the weekend.
     As I turned a page near the end of the journal, a piece of paper fell out onto my lap. It was folded a few times, and upon opening it carefully I read........... 'My Dearest Ruth......... It seems an age since I saw you last , though in reality it is barely a week. The days drag dreadfully as I know it will be some weeks before I will see you again. Have you given some thought to my request? I am most anxiously awaiting your answer, and hope that it will be the one I dearly want to hear. While I understand that you feel a great obligation to your young students, I am quite sure the school trustees will be able to find a replacement for you with no problem. You know I have the capabilities to offer you a very comfortable life and that it will not be necessary to hold down a job other than that of supervising the household here. Will you write and tell me what you have decided. Your most devoted servant.......... Geoffry.'
     WELL..........Had this man proposed marriage?? There had been nothing in this journal to suggest that Ruth had a serious relationship with anyone and I was very curious. Perhaps the letter did not belong in this particular book, but in one from a later part of her life. The letter didn't really sound all that romantic, and what about the bit about supervising the house. Was she being asked to be a wife or some sort of house keeper. It sounded as though he was asking her to give up her independence and I wondered if she felt strongly about that. In that time most women gladly became wives and mothers , but I had a suspicion that Ruth was a little more strong willed than most and perhaps she wouldn't think much of being dependant on someone. It didn't sound as though he considered her teaching job of particular importance, and I knew from her writing that she really tried hard to be a good teacher and get the younger children off to a good start. She couldn't have been too pleased to hear him suggest that her work was unimportant and that she could be easily replaced.
     I read the letter again and decided that it didn't really sound like a love letter at all, and wondered if Ruth had mentioned it anyplace in her journals. I riffled through the rest of the one in my lap, and then the next one: not really reading anyting , but more just looking for the name. I found it part was through the third journal, and back tracked a bit to see if there was an earlier mention. A sound behind me made me jump a bit and turning I found Jill with a plate of sandwiches and cookies.
     "Oh...........I didn't even hear you come up."
     "I didn't mean to startle you." she said. "Looks as though you were searching for something."
     "Yah........there's a bit of a mystery here. What do you make of this letter?" I handed it over to her and munched on a sandwich while she read it.
     "It doesn't seem to be a love letter exactly. I wonder what it is he wants her to do?"
     " I wondered about that too and was just scanning through to see if the name was mentioned anywhere. I just found it here but the letter wasn't in this same book, so I'm not sure what that means. "
     "Oh........ that's probably my fault. A letter fell out when I was organizing the piles of journals and I couldn't tell which one it had come from so I just stuck it in one and figured it would get sorted when you read them. Sorry about that."
     "No problem. I did find the guy's name here in this one but haven't had a chance to read it yet. I don't suppose it matters that I'm not reading in order. Anyway........let's see what it says.
     'Papa seems to think that I should jump at the idea of keeping house for Geoffry. I can't think of anything that I want to do less, and can't, for the life of me, figure out how to tell him that I cannot bear to be in the same room with the man. I don't know how Papa manages to be in his company every day, but perhaps the man puts on a different face around the office. I cannot exactly put my finger on the thing that disturbs me about Geoffry. Perhaps it is the time last spring when I caught him kicking out at Annie's cat. He didn't think anyone saw him. That sort of thing is unforgivable as far as I am concerned. If a person shows bad feelings towards an animal, heaven alone knows what sort of feelings they have for humans. And then there is my memory of his wife. She always looked frightened when he was near and I wondered at the time if he was mistreating her as well. I never had the chance to get to know her because he was always around. Good grief..........the poor woman was hardly in her grave when he started making advances toward me and I hated it right from the start. I do wish Papa didn't think he was so special. Oh he might be a wonderful lawyer, but as far as I can tell there isn't much in the way of kindness there. I shall have to find some way of telling Papa that I have no intentions of giving up my teaching for that man."
     "Thats all it says here,but I saw the name farther on............just a sec til I find it again. Yes...........here...... ' I have received a letter from Geoffry and he has the nerve to address me as "Dearest Ruth" !!!! He has actually written the thing almost like a love note!! I cannot believe this. I thought I had made my position quite clear to both him and Papa. Do they not understand that if I accept this position.........which is completely out of the question...... that I will be dependant on a person that I do not even like. It's insufferable that a woman should have to be in a position like this. Mama is no help as she has never understood that I want to be independant and have a job of my own. I think I must go to see Fanny Abbot and see what she would do. I am too angry over the whole affair to think about it fairly.'
     "And that's all there is here.........she goes on about something else entirely different in the next entry."
     "Maybe you can ask Mrs. Abbot this afternoon. I assume she is the same one?"
     "Yes........true.......I had forgotten we were going.I guess I'd better get a move on. Thanks for bringing up the lunch. I sort of lost track of time I guess."

JILL.....

In the morning it was a kind of "curl up beside the fire with a book" day, and I settled down for a read while Sheila poured over what I presumed were Ruth's journals in the attic. Some time later it occurred to me that she was being very quiet and I prepared a light lunch and took it up to her. I caught her in the midst of trying to sort out a sequence of events in Ruth's life and she caught me up on what she had discovered. It was like looking inside of people. Examining their lives and all the private things that went on in their time. I was glad that these people were no longer alive. Reading their diaries almost felt like an invasion of privacy, but I had to admit that they were very interesting...like opening a window on another time.
     We were both eager to see Mrs. Abbot and set off after lunch with feelings of expectation. When we got there, it was almost like visiting an old friend. She looked to be Grannie's vintage, or at least the Grandmother I remembered from my childhood. All gardens and tea and cookies and a cute little dog to go along with the whole picture. She seemed as interested in discovering how much we enjoyed Fiddler's Green as we were in telling her just what an important part of our lives it had become. She knew all about the journal writing and I felt as if she might just be the key to many of the questions we had about the girls there.
     The photo albums looked just like the ones belonging to Mom. The pictures seemed to be from the same time and even the locations seemed similar. The way our photos will look compared to others of our time when someone in 50 years will be looking at them, I thought.I paused at one point to look closer at a picture of cat. Mrs. Abbot explained that it was Annie's cat and something of a character. I was amazed at how like my cat ,Annie, it was and when I mentioned it to Mrs.Abbot she did not seem at all surprised. I glanced across at her and she had a kind of "all knowing" expression on her face. We continued to turn pages and Sheila got up to make a new pot of tea. The dog followed her in and that left me alone with Fanny. By now she had insisted on us addressing her thus, and it came easily.
     "How well did you know the girls?" was the first question out of my mouth.
     "Oh, rather well, I think. We were all each other's best friends for ages. We didn't live right close or anything, but we managed to see quite a bit of each other. One way or another."
     "If it's not being too forward, how old were you in 19--?" I ventured.
     "Well, I was two years Ruth's senior and she and Annie felt just like sisters to me. We didn't, any of us, have a lot to do with the people in the town, but we did go to some functions together and there were occasionally we'd get together with other girls for picnics and that sort of thing."
     I wondered exactly what sort of thing she meant, but didn't ask in case it had to do with Wicca and I didn't know anything about that. Sheila and she could get into that particular conversation. At this pause in the conversation Sheila came back out and said that she would venture over to the local vet's to see about the possibility of a job in the future. That gave me some more time with Fanny, and we started in on the album again. At one point I stopped her and asked about the people in a group shot. Annie was with a familiar man,Bertie, I was sure and asked.
     "Now then, that would be Annie's young man." A little cloud seemed to pass over her face at the mention of him. "He and Annie were an item for a very long time or so it seemed then. Has she mentioned him in the journal?" She seemed to be feeling me out to see what I knew.
     "There is a picture of them in the photo album there, and their names are under it. She talks about him in glowing terms, at least in the journals I've read so far. What can you tell me about him?"
     "They were lovely together." she sighed. " They never married."
     "Why not?" I asked.
     "Annie's parents never approved. It seems he didn't have an honorable occupation. He was a photographer, you know. He took some of these pictures in this album. He got Annie interested in the photographic process, and she took to it like a duck to water, as they say." She seemed to brighten somewhat and I thought she must be remembering happier times.
     "What could be so bad about being a photographer? Surely everyone would like to have a record of themselves for posterity?"
     "Well, Annie's parents didn't like the way he traipsed around the country and only called on their "little girl" when he saw fit."
     "He could hardly visit her just any time at all if he was off earning a living!" I protested.
     "Yes, exactly, but they thought that he was just using her and they didn't like it and they let it be known that he wasn't to be seen on the property."
     I wondered if that was before or after the bench picture and exactly when it had been taken. More pictures. Mostly of Fanny and Ruth and a group of women and I inquired about the photographer. Some were Annie's and some were Bertie's. Fanny had been more careful about putting the dates under the photos than Annie, and I could see pictures of men going off to war. Was Bertie among them I wondered and asked Fanny.
     "Well now." she said closing the album. "That is another whole story in itself. I'm wondering if telling you what I know would take all the adventure out of reading the journals in your own good time. If I know Annie, she would have documented everything. Perhaps I'll let you read a bit more of what she's written and then if you have questions, I'd be happy to fill you in."

SHEILA..... We drove in to keep our appointment with Mrs. Abbot and she met us , smiling at the door as we pulled up in front of her little house. I introduced Jill and Mrs. Abbot suggested that we might like to have a cup of tea in the garden. She pointed the way to a little gate and followed us as we pushed it open. It was obvious that she loved her garden and I thought that it was something that she and Ruth had had in common along with the Wicca thing. There, under a big maple was a small seating area with tea and cookies. A little dog looked up lazily but didn't bother to get up to investigate and put his head back down on his paws again.
     When we were seated and the tea poured, Mrs. Abbot asked how we were liking Fiddler's Green and we couldn't say fast enough how wonderful it all was. We told her all about finding the secret stair to the attic and about the trunk of journals, and she laughed.
     "Those two were always writing something in their journals. Not every day perhaps, but they generally managed to put something down two or three times a week. It will be interesting reading for both of you. I think you will favor Annie's writing, Jill. Sheila and Ruth are very much alike and I suspect you and Annie will find you have a lot in common. Let me just run in and get the photo album. I'm sure you will find it as interesting as Sheila did on her last visit." She jumped up and hurried inside and we had a chance to look about at the garden. All the little beds were very neat, and seemd to each have their own theme or color. Tucked into a corner was a small fountain that overflowed into a tiny pond. It was a very peaceful place and we were pleased to see that the plants we were unfamiliar with had little tags to identify them. We were hunkered down looking at a collection of tiny ferns beside the pool when Mrs.Abbot came back carrying the big picture album and we hurried back to the table to have a look.
     We recognized the Fiddler's Green fountain and were told that the people in the picture were Ruth and Annie's parents. She was a tiny lady.........quite properly dressed in hat and gloves,and he had on a dark suit, and carried his hat in one hand, and a cane. I wondered if they were on their way out or if they always dressed that way. He reminded me a little of my Grandfather, who had also been tall and rather stern looking. I thought of Ruth trying to explain to him about not wanting to go to housekeep for that Geoffry and didn't envy her that task. Jill leaned in for a closer look at one of the pictures and pointed to a large cat.
     "I've seen a cat very like that one at the house."
     "Have you then." said Mrs. Abbot. "She was Annie's cat and quite the character. She always seemed to know just where we were going and would generally manage to get there before us. I'll tell you she gave us a few frights when she'd jump out and we didn't know she was there."
     I glanced over at Jill, who was looking at the pictures. It surprised me that she had mentioned the cat. I had never seen it, though I know that Jill often did. I wondered if perhaps she would like a word with Mrs. Abbot alone and asked if it would be alright if I went in to make another pot of tea.
     "Oh, by all means, Dear. You'll find everything you need right on the counter. Take this plate as well, there are some cookies left in the jar.That door just there leads right into the kitchen. Just make yourself at home."
     I took the things and went into the little kitchen. The dog wandered in after me and seemed friendly enough, so while I waited for the kettle to boil I watched Jill and Mrs. Abbot through the window, chatting outside and absently patted the little dog.I ran over the list of things in my mind that I wanted to ask about. The kettle boiled and I piled some cookies on the plate and the dog and I went back out. They were chatting about the people in the town when I got back, and I thought Jill seemed a little more relaxed than she had lately, but didn't comment on it. If Mrs. Abbot had been able to answer some of her questions I was glad that she had come with me.
     The people in Greyleith seemed about normal for small town folk. I asked about the possibility of finding a part time job and to my surprise was told that the local vet had been looking for someone to man the desk and take incoming calls. It was still early in the afternoon and Upon learning that the vet was practically around the corner I asked if the two of them would mind if I ran over to see what the prospects were. Since they didn't mind, and it would give Jill a chance to learn more about Annie, I left them to it and went to find the vet's office.