A large stack of magazines appeared on the table by the couch in a ruffle of paper. Beside them were novels she'd meant to read but never got around to. Roberta stopped in her tracks, nonplussed, until a sheet of paper drifted down and landed on top of the pile. Fascinated, she walked over and picked it up. A note was written in perfect cursive, probably the most beautiful handwriting she'd ever seen.
Your master is indisposed but is otherwise in good health. These should keep you occupied until he returns.
P.S. Rest assured, the meat in your stew is not human.
She slumped on the couch in relief at the last line, grateful for one less thing to worry about. If Uriel said Kai was fine, she believed him, and while appreciative, she was surprised that he took the time to ease her mind. She
