I shook my head to clear it, like they do in the movies.I shook my head to clear it, like they do in the movies. I heard Ben coming up the stairs, talking to something, probably Biggles the cat, who liked to lurk on the stairs and try to kill us. He was the exact same beige shade as the carpet, and would flatten himself out on a dark stair, then suddenly leap up before you almost stepped on him, trying his damnedest to make you fall backward and break your neck. I think someone told him he was the beneficiary of our life insurance, or something. I heard a slight clink of glass on glass. I jumped up from the bed and grabbed the little box my present from Ben had come in, and tiptoed quietly into the bathroom and latched the door. I heard the bedroom door open, and then close, Ben muttering under his breath about sending Biggles to the taxidermist before his time, just like he always did. I stifled a giggle and opened the linen closet, pushing things around until I found what I wanted. |