Katchoo took a second to grab her suitcase and wrapped the leash around her hand twice -- she was better with dogs than cats, not that a cat would let you put it on a leash, but she could swear those things hated her. It was mutual.

"Why the hell not?" she agreed. "Seems like half the island believes in the almighty fix-it power of ice cream, right?"

See, she had to ask now. The power of the narrative is compelling.