SEEMA SAT ON THE COUNTER as Mina opened and closed cupboard doors. She liked this room. The late afternoon sun slanted into the window wells, sending spears of light across the counters. It was empty now except for her and the vampire, but a table in the corner held a half-done jigsaw puzzle and a newspaper folded open to a crossword. An afghan was thrown haphazardly over a chair as if the occupant had just gotten up to turn the kettle off and forgotten to come back.
"Aha!" Mina said, pulling a can out of a cupboard. She turned to look at Seema, her eyebrows raised. "Tuna?"
Seema padded over to her, craning her head and licking her muzzle.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Seema rubbed against Mina's elbow. A little encouragement to the proper behaviour never hurt.
"Now I just need to find a
