A New Arrival
Chapter 4
"Catherine Sullivan" said Maia.
The three adults turned and looked at the mysterious girl in the brown jumpsuit who had just been identified. She wasn't in her chair by the fishtank.
"Where the hell is she?" Demanded Ryland.
Diane quickly looked around.
"She's there sir." Exclaims Diane.
"How'd she get past us to that window without us noticing?" Queried Tom.
"The real question is why are those squirrels standing on top of each other trying to touch her hand on the glass?" Questioned Ryland.
"They're taking turns feeling her presence. It makes them feel peaceful." Says Maia.
They look at Maia, then they look at each other, then they look at Catherine, then they look at the squirrels, then they look at each other again, then they look back and forth between Maia and Catherine.
"This is just plain weird." States Tom in a whisper.
His whispered statement snaps them out of their visual pong game.
"Ahem." Diane clears her thought and stands up straight. "Miss Catherine Sullivan would you be so kind as to come here. Please." Asks Diane.
Catherine turns toward them, smiles and walks towards them with her hand still on the glass. The squirrels follow it in much the same manner that the fish had in the fishtank.
Then she puts her hand down and walks the rest of the short distance away from the glass to them. The squirrels looked disappointed. 'No, that's not right.' think the three adults.
Squirrels don't get disappointed. Their thought patterns are cut off as Catherine approaches, kneels down, puts her arms around Maia and rests her forehead against little Maia's. Then there was a flash.