TOM WOKE TO A CALL in the distance, behind the walls, and down the hall. It is Charla, doing what Charla was good at doing, which was the emission of pointless noises. He felt something on his head, and he reached up and removed Sally’s golden dragon-scale panties from where they were parked on his head like a cap.
He got up; pausing to get in a few pawing motions at Sally’s body which was part humor and part playing with his current favorite toys. When they were both finally appropriately dressed, they left to find the source of the noise, where she stood in the window of the bedroom that she was sharing with Sidney, facing the North side of the house. Beyond the window, the moon softly lighted the backs of grazing cattle. It also lit the sight of several animals running in obvious terro
