Abby looked at me and then looked towards the living room. Shaking her head, she said very calmly and without any emotion or judgement in her voice, “I’m going to get dressed now. Just like other normal people do on a Saturday morning in the winter. And I stress the word normal.”
She got up and left the kitchen without waiting for any more comments from me…or from Stella.
After a few more minutes of “rose appreciation”, I carefully picked up the vase and headed towards my room. I put the vase on my dresser where I could see it from my bed and then went to gather my furry, little “best friend” for some mystery solving.
“C’mon kiddo, we have to talk.” I picked up a sleeping Stella from the top of the sofa and slung her over my shoulder despite many protesting groans. People watching from the top of the sofa was one of her favorite activities. Naps were a close second.
“I have no clue,“ said Stella. “You do know that I am really you, don’t you? I mean when we talk?”
“Yes. I’m not crazy. Not yet anyway…I just need to talk out my thoughts and it helps if I can do this with you…me…you…whatever.”
I knew full well that Abby could hear me talking as I headed down the hallway and a loud groan could be heard coming from her room.
“Quiet down in there. We have to think.” said Stella in a very loud, teeny voice.
And then Stella licked my neck…twice.