James turned around to see the ladies looking at him before deciding to make a run back towards the house, nuzzling his way in through the cracked-open front door before dashing under the coffee table in Ellen’s living room. When no one came for him, he began to get antsy, deciding to get on the couch and peek one eye through the curtains of the nearest window.
The lady, whose name James had forgotten nor cared about, was smiling and chatting with all three of the ladies. She looked like she wasn’t from here, but talked with ease to them. James quickly found himself giving extra attention to the lady of tan complexion, her hair in a bun gave him scared thoughts and a first impression of her being mean and stern, something he had taken for granted of Ellen and her friends not being.