It took me a while to cotton on to what Fiona was actually talking
about. My husband was being as useless as ever: staring into space
with that stupid glazed expression on his face, obviously not paying
any attention whatsoever. When I first noticed him, it did make me
marvel at how quickly we can adapt to even the most bizarre
situations and experiences. All of the weird goings on, these
strange creatures coming and going. Not just Raven, and he was
certainly strange enough, but Oak and Rose, that rainbow assassin,
cats that looked like people, the whole shebang. And now there we
were, all crowded into our living room along with heavens knows what
type of creatures Raven had summoned, all being lectured by our
daughter-in-law.
I'd just started to wonder what had happened to those two cats when
the penny finally dropped and I understood what Fiona was saying.
“Just a moment,” I said, feeling the cold shock of comprehension
ripple through me, “You're talking about the future of out house,
our home, aren't you?”
