The Familiar (24 page)

Wish I'd known that this morning. See what happens when you don't get out much? "Oh man, Gilly, I screwed up. And I thought I was doing the right thing!" I turn and make a beeline for the shop.

How could I be so stupid?

I blast through the back door and hustle into the kitchenette, but there's no one there. The quilt's gone, too. Damn it all! I'm too late. Anything I say now is only going to hurt her.

I sneak quietly up the stairs, hoping I don't barge in on a private moment. Her bedroom door is open. I move in silence, the way Cat's taught me, and peek around the doorframe. There's no one there.

"Tom?" Cassie says, coming out of the bathroom behind me. "Why are you sneaking around up here? Did you and Gilly have a fight?"

I turn. Why do I feel like I've been caught playing hooky? "No…I…she…where's Dan?"

"Dan's an ass! He started right in with 'sell up and come back to Boston, baby. Think of the cool car you could buy me with that extra cash.' Not a word of acknowledgement about how he hurt me. And then he gets a call, and Charlie's face comes up on his phone, and he's all like, 'I have to get this'. Suddenly I knew the pickles had nothing to do with it." She walks past me and sits heavily on the edge of the bed, turning to the side to face me. "I was such a jerk. I didn't want to see what was right in front of my eyes all that time."

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's good," she says. "I'm glad it happened. I doubted myself for leaving him before, but now I know it was the smart thing to do. It's about time for me to start seeing things clearly." She smiles and pats the bed. "I also think it's time we talk about that kiss, don't you?"

I sit next to her, not sure what to expect. I was never much of one for talking about feelings, and the only other time I've felt stirrings like I feel for Cassie was with Gillian. It would be difficult to forget how well that turned out. I sit primly, waiting for her to talk.

She reaches for both of my hands where they lay folded in my lap and turns them over, smoothing my palms with her thumbs. Shyly, under her breath, she says, "I didn't mean we'd actually talk, Tom."

Oh.

She leans in to me, her mouth tantalizing close to mine and whispers, "But we should probably take it slow."

So we do. We share a long, slow kiss. A kiss that takes all day and most of the night. We memorize each other's bodies with our hands and our mouths, mentally recording the sounds of each other's joy for the moments when we'll have to be away from each other, already knowing it will be a long time before we let that happen.

Cassie gets dressed in the morning for a few minutes to write a sign that says, "Closed for Renovations" and stick it in the front window of the shop. It isn't a lie. We're tearing down faulty foundations and building a home for each other with loving whispers and hope.

I have to hunt eventually. I can't go much longer without giving Cat some freedom. Cassie understands, and we both agree that we should open up the shop in the morning and get used to other people again. It's been three days now.

I slip back in an hour later. Cassie isn't in bed where I left her. I wander through the house looking for her. Not downstairs. Not upstairs. I call out, hearing the frantic tone in my own voice. Where is she? I worry every day that we haven't seen the last of Kevin.

Then, I hear her a faint scuffling sound from above. The attic? What would she be doing in the attic at this hour of the night?

I climb the narrow stairs that feel much less claustrophobic when Cat is prowling for mice. In the dim, dusty space, Cassie's going through a box of Eunice's junk with her earbuds firmly shoved into her ears. I relax.

"Hey," I yell, getting her attention. She plucks the music out of her ears and looks at me expectantly. "You're decluttering in the middle of the night?" I ask, from where I stand on the top stair.

"I don't know, I woke up, and I had a lot of energy for some reason..." She smiles and shrugs her shoulders. She can get this way after we make love—bright and full of get-up-and-go. She looks radiant, innocent, and yet so sexy in her plain, cotton nightie. "It's time I get rid of the rest of Granny's stuff. I can face it now. I've got you, and I've got Gillian, and I'm so much stronger than I ever knew. Anyway, some of this stuff is really cool. I think Eunice stored her own mother's things up here. I found this beautiful old brooch just thrown into the bottom of a box."

She raises the brooch and opens the pin on the back to put it on her nightgown, but I call out, "Cass! We need to know if there's anything dangerous up here before you go putting on brooches. Any of this junk could be spelled, and we wouldn't be able to tell. We need to get Gillian or Natalie up here to check it out."

"You know what? You're right." She puts the brooch down on top of a box, then something else catches her eye. She reaches out for it.

"Oh wow, this is interesting..."

I step up onto the landing to get a better look, stooping under the low ceiling. She's holding a clay box with what must once have been bright paint decorating it. I recognize the symbols. They're Egyptian: life, death, reincarnation. Something Eunice must have collected because of her Egypt obsession, like the canopic jars and archeology magazines. Cassie reads the symbols aloud in English. How could she know the words? A feeling of dread takes hold of me. I yell and bolt toward her to smack it out of her hand, but it's too late.

Blue-gray smoke bursts from the vessel and engulfs her, then enters her body through her mouth and nose. Her posture changes. She turns to me, stiffly, with that Daughters of the American Revolution formality.

Cassie's playful look has been replaced by one that I know too well. It's cruel and controlling. It's Eunice. I back away instinctively.

"Hello Tom," she says. "Have you been making time with my granddaughter? Have you been
bad
, Tom?"

The cat appears as the man shrinks away.

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