Oblivious to his last comment, she stared, astonished at his insight, and wondered whether his claims of brilliance were more valid than she’d thought.
Having had enough, Oscar stood. “Excuse me,” he said. “But this cubicle just got stale, and I need some air.”
Ignoring the golden cat’s inflammatory smile, he stepped past them, wondering whether it was wise to leave Vaasi-Vee alone with such an animal of prey. When he left the cubicle, it was with a relief that suggested ego had physical mass.
He wandered through carriages until arriving at the buffet car, where his despondency insisted upon hot-fin. He pushed through its door and was greeted by pleasant smells and sounds. He got no further, however, because two garbed animals looked up in a manner that rendered déjà vu positively elusi
