The news is that Agatha's finger is doing well. She has her stitches demurely covered with a bandaid that made me jealous until she gave me two.
Aggie is good with sharing.
She would have given me more, but I don't cut myself often, and there's no sign of any more rat moles.
Speaking of the rat mole, I now have a tidy anchor-shaped scar on my forehead.
When it throbs, I know that Lana and her minions are plotting something.
