I was just settling in to weave chocolate when my cell phone rang. The ringer went off since I had turned it back on after Cass’s reprimand. I removed my gloves and pulled the phone from my pocket. When I checked the screen on my cell phone, I saw the name “Margot Rawlings” there. Margot was the village of Harvest instigator. Whatever she had to say to me, chances were high I wouldn’t like it. Against my better judgement, I answered the call.
Without so much as a hello, she said, “I need to talk to you about a rabbit.”
And a dark cloud of foreboding fell over me.