Archie just looked at her. His eyes were a peculiarly liquid brown and she could rarely resist their beseeching depths.
But this time she was determined.
“No Archie,” she said firmly, “I’m not listening to him. Araminta saw him with a whore on either arm. Why would she lie to me?”
Archie’s gaze grew even more fixed and she found herself squirming under his regard.
She stamped her foot.
“No Archie. Just no.”
An hour later she picked up the phone and called Paul. Once she heard his voice Araminta’s spite was forgotten.
Archie trotted off with his tail wagging.