Falling From Grace (81 page)

With the blinding speed that I was slowly getting used to, he picked me up and flashed down the stairs until we were back in the living room, sitting on the floor beside the couch as though we had never left.

I heard a melodious noise fill the house that sounded a bit…off.
 
I looked at Robert
—
his shoulders were shaking with laughter as he pointed in the direction of the wall across from the couch that held the television and Dad’s stereo.
 
There, standing with her arm around my dad, was Lark
—
she was meowing the harmony to the second chorus of Jingle Bells, Dad meowing the melody.

Ameila and Janice were both still in the kitchen, laughing at the antics of the two meowers in the living room, and I shook my head at the impossibility of it all.

There was no helping it now.
 
How normal could I possibly be with an angel meowing Jingle Bells in my living room?
 
I glanced over at Robert and saw that his eyes were sparkling with genuine joy.
 
He grabbed my hand and pressed his lips against my fingers, smiling at me when he saw the flush suffuse my face
—
roses and freckles.

This
was
my normal.
 
Being in love with an angel, listening to cat Christmas Carols, and…possibly contemplating living forever was as normal as it was going to get for me, I realized.
 
I smiled at my acceptance of this, and stood up.
 
“I think I’ll go and sing along with Lark and Dad,” I said cheerfully, and did just that.
 
Meow
.

Special thanks go out to Tia, Kerri, and Alan, without whom I would not

have had the feedback and criticism to know what needed fixing and

what needed to be left alone and never touched ever again.
 
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