My husband and I searched for a place for me to heal. We found Mayne Island. Because my husband had to work, I was alone checking out the house I hoped would be our new home. It turned out to be spacious, well-constructed and affordable. Tour over, I waited for my future landlady, Barb, in the living room, on the chesterfield. I waited while she tended to what her daughters needed.
"But Mom...," one of her daughters said.
Mom, my heart cried. I felt so alone.
A fluffy grey cat pranced into the living room.
"Oh, hello. Aren't you beautiful," I told her.
She looked at me. I read her mind. Why yes I am beautiful. How nice of you to realize it.
"Here, kitty. Come here," I called, softly.
She jumped onto the chesterfield.
"Shh, just watch," someone whispered.
I started to pat her, she gracefully crawled onto my lap and curled up into a clump of purring grey fur. And I was no longer alone.