Both
cats were happily tucking into their food as they continued.
“The
girl...” the brown one said.
“...made
of dreams...”
“...we
haven't seen, since...”
“...she
made the not baby...”
“...scream,
in a hall...”
“...full
of doors.”
They
both took mouthfuls at the same time and were quiet for a moment.
“And
my son?” I asked, “What about Robert?”
“The
boy...” the dark one said swallowing.
“...who
grew...”
“...on
the bridge...”
“...we
haven't seen...”
“...in
the shadow worlds...”
“...at
all.” The brown one finished as the last piece of tuna
disappeared. She placed her plate on the arm of the chair and began
to lick her lips enthusiastically.
Oak
groaned loudly, causing both of them to jump.
