In
the kitchen I quickly made two tuna fish sandwiches and returned to
the living room, handing over plates as I did.
“There
you go,” I said, “Now please tell my wife what she wants to
know.”
The
dark haired cat sniffed at her plate, unsure of its content. The
other one knocked the top off her sandwich and began to lick at the
tuna. It did look most odd, I have to say.
“Yes,”
Mary said, “Have you seen Raven? Have Robert and Fiona found him
yet?”
“We
last saw...” the auburn cat began between licks.
“...the
man not man...” the other continued, still unsure of her food.
“...at
a place where stories...”
“...are
bought and sold. He's...” the dark cat took a bite from her plate.
“...made
a new...”
“...friend.”
