After hearing that, I understood why Alexander had so quickly and so confidently concluded that there were three felines behind him, that morning when Rex called from Alaska to check in. And the sudden realization that he might have been lying to me perhaps the entire time (to his companions, too) felt like a bucket of cold water. It was horrible. I couldn’t look away from his furious eyes, clouded by the need to unload his rage on something. He felt guilty, of course he did. More guilty than anyone in the world. He had been deceived by one of them, and that was why he was still so reluctant to trust Luke’s words and those of his wife.
Because he KNEW that third cat.
He knows the lion.
The silence that fell over the house was terrifying. A tremor of panic blurred my perception and left
