That night, Loralee woke up crying. I had the awful feeling she was sick, or maybe going into premature labor. Before I could get from my bed to my wheelchair, Cerb let out a howl that almost made me feel sorry for whoever had enraged him. Then he walked right through the wall from the guest room to my bedroom. He gave me a look that told me he was in defensive mode, then he leaped through my bedroom wall to go outside.
He
stopped after that first howl, otherwise I might have had some irate neighbors
to deal with. Harry got outside and was walking around the garage apartment and
the rest of the yard by the time I got in my chair and to the door. He came up
the ramp at the same time Cerb went back to the guestroom by going straight
through the wall.
"Anything?"
I asked, and backed up so Harry could come inside.
He
stayed outside and shook his head. His forehead wrinkled up and his mouth
twisted in a crooked grin, and I was pretty sure that shake wasn't a no, so
much as it was admitting he wasn't quite sure what was going on.
"Could
have sworn I saw something, but it scurried away before I could get
close." He snorted. "Before Cerb could get to it. Something small.
I'd say rabbits or groundhogs or something. We don't have skunks, do we?"
"Hope
not."
"Yeah,
well, there was a smell, but it wasn't skunk." He rubbed his nose.
"It's gone now."
"Something
worried Cerb."
"Yeah.
I was really hoping …" Harry shrugged and started backing down the ramp.
He had left his door open and a flickering, bluish light spilled out, meaning
he was watching a movie when Cerb raised the alarm.
"Hoping
what?"
"That
they really are camping here to give them a break from all the woo-woo magical
fluctuations at Divine's."
"Why wouldn't they?"
He muttered something that I was pretty sure was Spanish his parents wouldn't have taught him.
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