“Do I
have to close my eyes or anything?” Fiona asks.
“I've
found that it helps me,” Robert replies, “But you do what's best
for you.”
“Okay,”
she says, “Let's do it.”
A thought
pops into Roberts mind with an unexpected urgency. “You know, it
might help,” he says, “If we all hold hands.”
He takes
his wife's left hand in his right, and vice versa with the girl,
encouraging them to do likewise.
Robert
closes his eyes. “That girl looks like my wife,” he begins to
tell himself, but he's soon interrupted. Opening his eyes, he's
surprised to see the cats whispering hisses at Raven, to which Raven
whispers a reply and the cats quickly depart.
“Right,”
he mutters to himself, closing his eyes once more. “This girl
looks like Fiona.”
