Wednesday, April 4th,
Maurice (and Stuart)
(Maurice sits at the window. Stuart takes the seat beside him.)
Maurice: Well, hello there.
Stuart: Don’t ask.
Maurice: Okay then.
Stuart: Okay, fine. I’m late because of a power outage.
Maurice: That’s understandable. At least it didn’t have anything to do with the cat this time.
Stuart: You would think so, wouldn’t you.
Maurice: But … you sent the cat to the pound.
Stuart: The cat came back.
Maurice: The very next day?
Stuart: Yep. The old lady went and picked it up.
Maurice: How did she know where it was?
Stuart: She says it sent for her in a dream. That the cat’s her familiar or something.
Maurice: Wow. So how did the cat have anything to do with the power outage?
Stuart: (shakes his head) You’re going to think this is crazy.
Maurice: Try me.
Stuart: The old lady says the cat conjured the wind storm that felled the tree branch that knocked out the power. And get this: all because it wanted me to talk about it.
Maurice: You’re right. That’s crazy. …wait, you don’t believe it, do you?
Stuart: Have you got a better explanation for this weather?
Stuart: There you go then.
Next stop: Thursday, April 5th, 4:00pm