She glanced at her watch; it's still early.
Bored, she dug a little rabbit out of her pocket and flicked its long ears.
"Mr. Phoebe, how are you feeling today?"
She mimicked Phoebe's voice and said with displeasure, "Not great, I'm really annoyed because someone took my keys, and my painting, and my cloisonné enamel ashtray."
After saying that, she laughed to herself.
The phone rang; it was Fox calling.
Checking her watch again and seeing the time was about right, she casually stuffed the rabbit back into her pocket and dialed Fox again.
"Dear Sister Fox, where have you gotten to?"
"I'm already on XX Street. Where are you?" Fox asked on the other end of the line.
Fifteen picked up the binoculars, looked down at the street below, "Stop in front of the post office, and you get out with Carl."
"Fifteen, I warn you, if you dare to pull any tricks, I will personally kill Little Six Fingers and then you!"
