Even if we shifted to canines, it stood to reason Bartholomew would get up to greet his daddy when he got home, so him tripping me at Burleigh House didn’t seem odd to me either.
But…
What just happened with all six cats tripping me at once?
No.
And because what just happened wasn’t your normal occurrence, maybe the Snowball and Bartholomew thing…
Perhaps those were something else.
“It’s like they wanted me in this room,” I mused to myself, and since the sting was out of my wrists, I pushed to my feet.
It felt weird being in Chassie’s room without her knowing I was there, I certainly wasn’t going to search it.
And maybe I was being funny.
So, some cats tripped me.
But six of them tripping me at once, like they were leading me to Chassie’s door?
I walked out, closing it like it was before, not fully, and still feeling way the hell creeped out.
I considered chatting with Prue about it.
But that was a problem because I was down with Battle thinking I was an unabashed loon, but I didn’t want anyone to think I was an actual lunatic.
I’d told her about what happened when I walked through the ballroom, and she hadn’t experienced it, but I knew that sounded cray-cray to her.
And of course, there was passing out the second I laid eyes on Battle.
But Prue did go to Ravenna and write fantasy books. Maybe she would think what just happened was, indeed, freaky, but meaningful, like I did.
And maybe, with her, we could ask Chassie if there was anything Harmony-and-Charlie-related in her room.
She might not understand it, so perhaps we could all have a look.
I thought this because I thought the phantom couple I saw walking out of the ballroom, the ones who I ran after, were Harmony and Charlie. I didn’t see their faces, just their backs. I had photos of my great-granddad, and I’d seen some of Harmony. It could have been them.
I mean, I wasn’t completely at one with cats being motivated by supernatural forces to guide you where you were supposed to be.
I was no UFO, conspiracy theory, reincarnation, etc. believer.
But I still thought there were things that were unexplained.
I didn’t believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone, for one.
And I saw what I saw in that ballroom.
That was not jetlag.
Nor was my reaction to seeing Battle. The bolt that hit me, the charge I got when he first touched me.
And I saw Ravenna throw my cards…twice.
Not to mention, she said Charlie’s letters were in the house.
Okay, so it was more than minorly loopy that I thought maybe the cats were pointing me in the direction of Chassie’s room to tell me Charlie’s letters were in there.
