Page 69 of To Hell With It
I turned and looked but saw nothing.
‘Are you sure? I can’t see her. She might have escaped when I got in?’
‘No chance of that,’ Eve chuckled.
‘How do you make sure she doesn’t run away?’
‘I keep her in the cupboard.’
‘You keep your cat in the cupboard?’
‘I don’t like seeing her getting thrown about when I’m driving, she hit the window once.’
‘Wouldn’t it be better to put her in a cat box?’ I asked, stunned.
‘She doesn’t need one.’
‘But it would keep her safe.’
‘She is safe,’ Eve said. ‘She’s in the cupboard.’
I didn’t probe her anymore. Instead, I picked up my phone and texted Una just as Eve pulled into the traffic and drove out of Auckland.
Help…
A short while later my phone vibrated and I was relieved to see Una’s name on the screen, even if she couldn’t actually save me from the other side of the world.
How’s it going?
I’m not on the bus.
Did you miss it?
No, I’m in a van.
What van?
I’m getting a lift from a girl I met. Eve.
That’s great!
It’s not great. I think she might be a weirdo.
You’ll have a lot in common then.
I’m serious, Una. She keeps her cat in the cupboard.
???
She has a cat in the van, and she locks it in the cupboard.
Fuck, really?
Yes.
Is she joking, do you think?
No.
