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‘Will you look at her? Such a complete strumpet.’ Chloe Rattus stared with unblinking gimlet eyes at the approaching form.
‘Strumpet? Seriously? What are you reading?’ Simplicity Souris moistened her hand and wiped her whiskers clean. ‘Though she does rather overdo it, doesn’t she?’
The form coalesced into a squirrel, slipping gracefully towards the rat and mouse. ‘Ladies.’ Belinda Squirrelly simpered. ‘You are looking… traditional.’ She swept her tail around her sleek torso and allowed them a lingering sight of her side. ‘What do you think? It’s a cerise infused pewter.’
Chloe snorted. ‘Oh come on, Belly.’
Belinda bared her teeth briefly; she hated that name.
‘Last week you were strutting around as a red squirrel, all dainty and cute. Now you’ve blown out and gone grey, like..,’
Belinda sounded peevish. ‘It’s pewter, infus…’
‘Whatever.’ Chloe’s hard eyes might not win a beauty contest but they commanded instant respect. ‘So what happened? You outgrew the corset? The belt snapped? You certainly lost control of the middle-aged spread, didn’t you?’
Belinda rocked back onto her hind legs, fluffing out her chest.
Simplicity scurried forward. ‘Oh, is that a new chest? I love the colour. What is it? Sepia?’
‘Appalachian turmeric. Bespoke. If you want to move on from that ensemble, I’ll give you his number. You’d look…. interesting in something blue, Simpy.’
The dripping condescension might have slipped off Simplicity’s oily pelt but Chloe didn’t miss it. ‘Darling, isn’t it a bit… masculine? Butch? It may work with your nut-donors, but one day you’re a red squirrel, all playful resilience and the next you’re a lumpy grey who everyone hates as a bully and…’
Belinda stood up, several centimetres above Chloe. ‘That’s rich, coming from you. Bloody hell, darling. You’re a rat. Is there anymore despised creature than a rat? You need to control your jealousy.’
‘I’ll grant you that your PR is better than ours. That tail was a masterstroke. But bottom line, you’re a rodent. Like the rest of us.’
Belinda nodded. ‘I suppose. And your white coat is spectacular.’
It was Chloe’s turn to nod. She turned her gaze to Simplicity who squirmed one way and then the other. ‘One thing we have in common, girlfriend?’
‘What’s that, honey?’
‘At least no one will accuse us of being mousy.’