A bureau with a mirror stood beside the door to the hallway, a cobalt blue trash can set next to it. A bookshelf decorated with crystals took up the entire wall to the left of the window, a properly-made single bed pushed against the room’s right wall. The pillows sat at the end closest to the hallway, implying that Henning might gaze out the window when lying in his bed instead of watching for unwanted company. Interesting. His parents must respect his privacy.
Suddenly I realized an all-black cat lay wrapped in a hole at the center of my Keyholder’s bed, its golden eyes staring straight at my face. Well, hi kitty, I said to its mind. Its round eyes must be able to see my spirit, even though normal human vision could not. Its ears perked up when I spoke, its nostrils quivering.
I grinne
