Maggie raised her hand. “Scout’s honor,” she said seriously.

“Aaaww. You were a girl scout?”

“Not really,” Maggie admitted. “But I buy their cookies.”

“Ooohh, I want cookies now. Do you have cookies?” Anita looked towards the kitchen. When Maggie shook her head, she pouted theatrically.

“What was it you wanted to tell me? Something about a dress?” Maggie reminded her.

“Oh yeah. Now you can’t tell anybody this,” Anita repeated.

“Yeah, yeah. I promise,” Maggie said impatiently.

Leaning closer, Anita whispered: “If Max is really annoying, I make him wear a dress.”

“Really?!?” Maggie looked at Anita, then at Max, and the back at Anita again.

“Yeah,” she said with a snicker. “And I call him Maxine.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Maggie giggled and drank the final sip of beer from her bottle.

“And then I will do things to him that will make him lose his senses.”