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"Tea? Anyone in there for tea?"

I’d cracked the door open just enough to peek out My first thought uponKitty Claymore was, holy fk-balls, she’s bat-shit crazy Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, but her s, age-progression drawing of Faith in forty years Except eternal youth didn’t sit so well on Kitty Time appeared to have taken its toll in other ways As in,hair, she’d clipped some elaborate hairpiece that involved peacock feathers and blue robin eggs Her dress hung off her, e for her thin frame, yet perfectly clean and ironed Over it, she wore an apron with Clayht throughhot, it is You’ll want to blow on it a while" She breezed into the roo on my dresser "There’s toast"

I looked around confused "W-where?"

She pulled a burned piece out of her apron pocket and laid it doith the ut cup of tea Then she pointed at it, as if it had been there all along "There"

"Looks…great Thank you"

"You’re welco have you been here? Have you met my husband yet? Don’t let hile upsuch harsh thoughts when her condition appeared serious I didn’t kno to respond "N-not yet," I mumbled

"You will shortly, I’d say" She patted her hair "And ht" Suddenly, she looked lucid Not to o planning the wedding just yet"

"Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that Unless the reception involves a cage match"

"Not a bother" She se hio of it, my son Stuck in the o full speed ahead"

She looked up at me then and I’d watched clarity flee from her expression "Well, I’ll leave you to your tea Mind your tongue, now It’s piping"

"Er…will do"

Every h the saht o’clock sharp, tea in hand as she floats around to each of the euest rooms and doles it out Half the time, the tea is ice cold, not that I would drink it anyway I’ she’s the one who cleans my room each afternoon, so I make sure to pour it down the sink so she won’t know I leave it untouched