He trotted back over to me. “What’s up?”
“Well, this is going to sound crazy . . . but then everything in my life does nowadays, so . . . ” How to word it? Where to start? “There’s this cat, no wait. The sounds are more important, and the door. There were these weird sounds, for like a week coming up my wall, then one morning I wake up and go to get coffee and trip over this rock in my floor, but it wasn’t just a rock, it was green tourmaline the size of my fist. That was this morning by the way, and there’s a door in my wall. A weird creepy little door than wasn’t there before yesterday. I’d shoved a really big, super heavy chair in front of it, but that was moved away from it this morning. And then there’s the cat. Did you or Gideon happen to come in my apartment and make coffee this mo
