Katrina stood on the porch. She wore a short skirt, high-heeled boots, a leather jacket, and she looked very good. “This the right place?”
“I’m here, so I suppose so,” said Simon. He held the door open. “Come in. Take your coat?” Katrina handed him her jacket, and he hung it up in the front closet.
“I saw the weirdest damn thing on my way over here,” said Katrina.
Simon frowned. “Oh?”
“Biggest bird I ever saw. Flying right over the road. Huge black thing. Thought it looked like a gargoyle for a minute.” She gave him a weird look. “You okay?”
“Um…oh…nothing,” said Simon. The winged creature would have no reason to come here. Conmager had left. “Just thinking, that’s all.”
“Mmm,” said Katrina. She smirked and patted his cheek. “You have a cute expression when you’re clueless, you know. Let’s go meet your mother.”
“Sure,” said Simon. “Right this way. You can talk to my mom. I’ll catch up in a minute…have to turn the front porch lights on, and stuff.” Katrina nodded.
Simon peered out the front windows. Nothing moved, whether on the ground or in the sky.