She fishes in her pocket for her housekey, but her fingers only make a crinkly sound, not the hoped-for jingle. **candy** She opens the mint and sucks it thoughtfully as she shakes her backpack. An unmistakable jingle issues from the bottom. Sighing, she empties out the contents onto the floor. Crumpled papers and bedraggled books tumble around her and down a few steps. She finds the key and unlocks the door. A large golden retriever pushes the door open with her nose.
"Luna! Get down already. Don't step on that." **stupid dog** She pushes the dog inside and stuffs the various papers, pens, and books back into her pack. She opens the door warily, but the dog is nowhere in sight. She walks into the kitchen, throws her backpack on the table and heaves a mighty sigh. **I wonder if Chris ate all the cake?** She opens the fridge and smiles, happy. Soon she is eating chocolate cake and reading a tattered copy of the latest issue of Goosebumps.