QUOTE : Ra— Oh, you’re a boy. Um . . .” Mrs. Adams stood there wringing her hands. “Uh, well . . . is Rachel here? She needs to help me, my cats are all gone.” “Hi, Mrs. Adams.” I stepped up and tried to smile. “Rachel dear! They’re all gone, come quick!” “Umb, I’m a little sick.” She shook her head. “The cats, dear.” I couldn’t close my mouth and I’m pretty sure snot was starting to come out of my nose. Could she not see this? “I’ll help you, Mrs. Adams,” Kash said with a charming smile. “Butters won’t respond to a boy.” Pushing past Kash, I looked at Mrs. Adams. “Well, let’s find them, then.” “Yes, of course.” She turned and began searching. “Butters!” “Budders,” I called lamely, and was suddenly being pulled backward. “Kash, stop. She needs help.” “Go get on the couch. I’m not going to tell you again.” He pushed me back toward my door and gave me a stern look. “I’ll help her today.” I