”Indecision covered my sweet sister’s face. Finally, she made a choice as to what to say, “May I see ‘it’? I mean, may I look at it closel...? Mark, you and I don’t keep secrets from each other!”I smiled mischievously. “Oh, does that mean you will show me yours if I show you mine?” I teased. “NO!” Katie protested. “That’s different! I just want to see yours because I’ve never seen one before. I bet you have seen lots of puss…! Well, can I see it or not?”I snickered a bit, but then. We stopped by ashabby building bearing the sign of an inn. I looked at itskeptically, but my father painfully dismounted from the saddleand helped my mother and sisters from their carriage. Otto andI followed him in the creaky door."Yes, sirs, what can I do for you?" A bearded man of aboutmiddle height came out to meet us, wiping his hands on hisapron. He was heavy-set, but well muscled and fit. He must haverecognized that we were not Hungarian, as he had spoken to us inGerman. Perhaps he had. I ignored it,pushing on with even greater determination. A few strands of my long brownhair clung to the nape of my neck despite the fact that I had pulled itback into a ponytail. I was a blur of pale blue to anything that might haveseen me as I veered to the left and the more challenging path. A wince touched my brown eyes with the feel of a branch scratchingat my arm but, I continued upward, feeling the arrival of the burningwithin my lungs. If I could take a moment to appreciate the scene. My tummy grumbled.“It’s going to be a long night kitty are you hungry? Do you want some pizza too? Meow if you do.”I knew he wasn’t going to make this easy for me. “Meow,” I said quietly. Nothing happened. He didn’t even look at me.“Meow,” I said louder this time.“Good kitty,” he said and placed a small kitty bowl in front of me.There was pizza inside cut up into little pieces. I just looked at him, he had never made me eat out of a cat bowl before.“You better eat now if you’re hungry my pet.