Chapter 79
The cat was long gone. It had moved on once its grooming was complete to its demented satisfaction. Hadn’t even turned to glance at her before departing.
Michelle remained perched upon the wreckage of Loki’s home. An idle kick revealed bronze swords and Stone Age flint axes. An old door covered in every campaign sticker for the American Presidency since Old Tippecanoe Harrison had won in 1840. There were so many layers that the door was nearly as thick as it was wide. Paintings, art, poetry.
The only thing she kept as she idly sorted through the mess atop her mound was the blue vase with the slightly crumpled daffodil. She didn’t trespass onto the cat’s abandoned pinnacle nor down toward Loki’s grave.
She unearthed an old Coke bottle that was so old, the soda had probably be
