escape." He dropped the cat on an empty spot on the sofa and sat down on the floor.
"Thanks for watching him," Polly said. "So, how about pizza grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch?"
Jason said, "Cool!" while Andrew looked at her, contemplating the idea.
"Does that sound good, Andrew?"
"It sounds different. I've never had it before."
"That's right! We're going to try something new."
He thought about it for a few more minutes, then nodded his head. "I think I'd like that," he replied.
"Go wash up and you can help me assemble the sandwiches. Henry is joining us, so we'd better get busy.”
CHAPTER THREE
It was the middle of the night, but Polly woke up sweating and breathing rapidly. She shook her head to rid herself of the nightmare. An immense snake had been crossing the road and approached her home. The funny thing was, her dad was at the front door, ready for the beast. He'd sent her to find a container and then reached down and grabbed the snake so it couldn't hurt either of them. In her dream, she raced from room to room trying to find something ... anything which would hold that hideous snake. She'd finally found a large box and ran out to the front door where her father was struggling. The snake grew larger from moment to moment while she waited for him to stuff it into the box and close the lid. As soon as the box was shut, the snake began thumping around.
Tears filled her eyes and she flung the sheet back and sat straight up on the edge of her bed. Obiwan craned his neck to look at her and the cats moved far enough away so they could curl up together. Polly scooted back on the bed and brought her knees up, tucking them under her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs. She couldn't help it, her body had to release the adrenaline and she began to sob.
With that, Obiwan pulled himself across the bed, stretching out to her with his head. He finally got close enough to nose her hand. She dropped her legs and flopped down on top of him, burying her face in his neck.
"I don't know why I'm crying, Obiwan. I know it was just a dream."
He rolled over on his back and she rubbed his belly.
"Maybe I miss Dad more than I realize," she said, trying to brush away the tears. She picked up her pillow and rubbed it across her face.
"Why isn't he around when I need him? I don't know what this woman is going to say to me or who she is. Why didn’t he tell me about her?"
Polly had avoided thinking about the email throughout the day as she kept busy with everything. She'd managed to completely forget about it until just now and wondered if the dream wasn't her mind attempting to express her fears. It didn't seem to be fading away, so she flipped on the bedside lamp. She smiled at the cats, who blinked as they tried to figure out whether to continue sleeping or just get up. She checked the time on her phone - four thirty. There wasn't going to be any more sleeping tonight, she was too upset.
"Don't mind me, everyone. I'm going to clean up. You guys stay put. I have to do something to shake this off."
She gathered up the dirty laundry in her room and tossed it over the rail to the floor of the staircase. Looking at her bed, she decided that now was as good a time as any and after picking up each cat and placing it on the cat tree, stripped the sheets off and flung them over as well. A quick pass through the bathroom and the dirty towels followed suit.
"Stay," she commanded Obiwan, as she headed down the back stairs. "I'll be right back."
She put the sheets in the washing machine and sorted the rest of her laundry on top of the machines. Back upstairs, Obiwan followed her into the living room. Everything was just as she'd left it the night before - plates and glasses on the coffee table, books pulled out of the bookshelves as she'd tried to find something to read. Her dining room table had stacks of mail and papers on it. The counters were littered with groceries that hadn't been put away