I opened the door and my friend, Thyla, appeared with the cold February air drifting in behind her.
“Come in. Where’s Jack?” I asked, closing the door against the winter wind as she stepped past me into the kitchen.
“Oh, he stopped to talk to someone about gears and such down at the hardware store,” she said, trying to take her hooded sweatshirt off.
My dog knows what type of cat person as he slinked back to his bed by the kitchen heat vent. I’ll tell you right now, Thyla is not from Earth. I met her on Vesda when the two scientists, Fin and Cal, sucked me out of my living room into their world. We became friends when I gave her hope of leaving that inside-out world called Vesda.
“Let me help you with that,” I said, grabbing the bottom hem to undo the garment. As I pulled her hoodie I had given her for Christmas over her head, her patterned cattail unfurled. Mickie began growling from his little bed by the kitchen table.©A.Nation-2017