The October House

Now the shiver climbed my spine. I looked closer and almost in a whisper said, "I see it. A black cat. Over by Oliver's grave."

The shiver passed to Ron and back again to me. Then the shadowy figure silently moved off into the fog. Ron breathed, "There are lots of black cats."

I relaxed, the mood changed and I said, "Yes, lots of cats. And as Sandburg said, 'They move on little fog feet.' Or something like that anyway."

We remained sitting there for some time longer until we could just see the sky beginning to get lighter. We watched the sun come up on a new day. A new day, a new me. Last night I put away childish things, as did Ron. The new day would see us as man and woman. And, I was sure, for many, many days to come.