Aunty Lee's Chilled Revenge Read Free Page B

Louboutins, but given time to cool down you realize it never meant to, right? I mean, would you give away a child who scratched your car or something? Anyway, Allison said she would get back to us.
    â€œThat was just after Josie was crowned Miss Singapore–Business Galaxy. The Animal ReHomers was one of the charities she had to support as titleholder. She wasn’t on the volunteer schedule, but she would come and be photographed with the dogs that were up for adoption and say how cute they were and how much she wished she could bring them all home. She was very good about it. I was impressed.”
    â€œImpressed?”
    Cherril laughed. “Because she actually didn’t like touching the dogs, didn’t like getting fur on her clothes and doggy smells on her hands. But for the pictures she would cuddle and kiss them and let them lick her face—she was very professional. She was my role model, you know.
    â€œAnyway, Josie was in the office two days later when I called Allison back to arrange to collect the puppy, Lola. Allison said not to bother because a friend had taken it. That was good news but I was surprised. I asked for the friend’s address because we always kept records on the dogs we found homes for, but Allison hung up on me. I asked Brian Wong what to do. Brian wasn’t just a volunteer; he was one of the founders of the ReHomers. And I think he had a bit of a crush on Josie, so he asked if she wanted to come with us to the Fitzgeralds’ Clementi Crescent house to get details of the people who had taken Lola. So Josie and her photographer came—she usually brought a photographer when she came to help.
    â€œAllison refused to tell us who had taken Lola. We were outside her gate saying all we needed was a phone number or an address. Brian thought she had probably passed Lola to one of her neighbors, so if we knew where she was we could check up on her. But Allison started shouting at us for harassing her. She even called the police and said she was being attacked! But when the police came we showed them a copy of the agreement Allison had signed and they also asked her where the dog was. So then Allison started shouting and swearing at them, and she even slapped herself and said she would report them for police brutality. It was like she was crazy! By then quite a few neighbors had come out to see what the shouting was all about, and a reporter friend of Josephine’s showed up and interviewed them about the dog, and Allison’s husband came home . . . and then Allison finally admitted she had lied. The puppy was not witha friend—it was dead. The day she called me, right after she hung up, Allison had taken Lola to the vet across the road and had her put down.”
    Cherril was silent for a moment, remembering. “Poor Lola. She was such a sweet, goofy puppy and she never had a chance. Josephine found some old photos of herself with Lola and posted them with pictures of her crying after finding out Lola was dead. And there were photos of Allison shouting at the police and giving them the finger. Even then things might have died down, but Allison sent a seven-page letter to the press saying she had a right to euthanize what she called a savage dog, and accusing us and the police of harassing her, and complaining that despite all her calls the British High Commission had not done anything to defend British citizens, and what a shitty place Singapore was. Josie wrote back of course. So did Brian, and the story went viral online with about fifty thousand comments, most of them telling Allison that if she hated Singapore so much she should leave and stop killing our dogs.”
    â€œMathilda was back in Singapore on vacation,” Aunty Lee said, remembering how upset her stepdaughter had been. “She and her friends all got so worked up. I made dog-shaped cookies and Mattie sold them online to raise money for the campaign to make the puppy killer apologize to