Nearer to dinner, Alex went upstairs to find Emily. "Emily!" she called. "It's dinner time. Where are you?"
She peeked into the guest room. No Emily.
"Em?"
Then, Alex noticed the door to the attic was open a bit. Faintly, she could hear acoustic guitar music floating out. She climbed up the steps and peered inside.
Emily sat, strumming the Teresa's old guitar. Alex wasn't sure what it was, but it made you think of traveling, or freedom.
Around her sat two kittens, one completely gray, the other an adorable black and white. The mother cat sat on a shelf watching.
Alex listened closely to the music. It was beautiful, and very, very good. Emily seemed entranced by her song, barely glancing at the frets as her hand ran down the strings.
"Wow," Alex said. "Where'd you learn to play like that?"
Emily jumped a mile. The mother cat's eyes widened. The kittens scrambled into Emily's lap.
"Alex!" she gasped. "What are you doing up here? I mean…you startled me."
"What are those kittens doing up here?" Alex asked.
Emily put down the guitar and sighed. "I found them today, outside. The mom cat, Precious, was rooting through your dumpster. So I snuck her and Mittens and Socks inside, washed them with a cloth and fed them. Please don't tell!" Emily's dark eyes were pleading.
Alex came forward and stroked the black and white one. "They're so cute," she said. "But I think it might be better if Mom and Dad know about this."
Emily sighed. She really hadn't expected Alex to keep her secret. "Okay."
Sorry so short dudes. But my mom doesn't exactly know I'm on the computer….
Do you ever have a craving for something? I REALLY want a BigMac from McDonalds right now. How weird is that?!