After following you home, the twin black cats shared the sill of the open bedroom window, observing the rising full moon as if ready to report to you, as if they were self-appointed familiars to your spells. The board you placed on the rug between us began to select letters before a question was chosen: Leave him, it spelled without hesitation, and you replied in kind, throwing it in the fire that warmed the room, growling fuck that as you led me to the waiting goose down mattress and pillows. At some point before morning the candles on your dressing table flared and guttered in a sudden breeze, and you left me long enough to shoo the cats and close the shutters.