Gorgons, hola!

"So let me get this straight," said Dora. "Your father's here with his little Spanish friend Morose..."

"Marisa."

"....Marisa, and he wants us all to go out for dinner together? How charming."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. I can't think of anything nicer than meeting Miseria."

"Marisa!"

Genghis, listening from under the sofa, flattened his ears. He wasn't entirely sure who Marisa was, but from the tone of Marta's voice, he assumed she was probably the type of woman who disliked cats. He decided to go and sharpen his claws in readiness.

Dora didn't know too much about Marisa either, but from the tone of Marta's voice, she assumed she was probably the catty type who disliked other women. She decided to go and sharpen her tongue in readiness....