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sneaks toward my bite marks, until I realize what I’m doing and jerk it back. “I feel much better. I don’t see why I shouldn’t go to work.”
    “I can’t take you to work tonight. I don’t think you should go alone. I’m still training Seth.”
    “I can take her to work. I can even sit there with her to make sure nothing happens, if you like, Sebastian,” Aidan offers, staring at Sebastian, enjoying his look of tortured indecision.
    Sebastian looks like he is having a difficult time swallowing.
    “I would appreciate that, Aidan,” he finally grinds out. “Before you object, Lily, I think it is for your own good. Please don’t argue. Just for tonight. If everything goes well, I won’t push it any further, I promise.”
    I count to ten and exhale.
    “Okay, just for tonight. No interrupting me at work, Aidan. I mean it.”
    “I won’t, Scout’s honor,” he says with a wicked grin.
    “You’ve never been a Boy Scout,” I remind him.
    He winks.

 

    I know I should be taking some time to adjust and all that but I’m living in denial and loving the view. Besides, my job is precious to me. I can’t just not show up. It would leave them shorthanded and be a giant faux pas.
    Aidan and I transmanifest to my work place, in the Haight among all the painted Ladies, right on time. It sure beats taking the bus and the carbon footprint is a zero, making it a win-win all around. When we get to the front door of the Victorian, Aidan changes into a lady bug to match my red and black printed tee shirt. I key code us into our sadly faded Victorian. The owners once upon a time chose sedate greys to paint the building inside and out while the other ‘Ladies’ in the neighborhood are decked out in bright traditional colors. Once inside, I get myself a cup of coffee, with my requisite twelve sugars. I wander down the maze of cubicles. When I settle at my desk, I pull out my arsenal of cleaning supplies.
    First my handi-wipes, to clean off the desk and armrests and buttons on the phone. Next comes the Lysol, to spray on my mission control headset. After that I have to use my hand sanitizer because I have touched everything when it was dirty. Ahhh, I feel much better in my new sterile environment. My little ‘pet’ beetle buzzes its wings. I put my headset on and am ready to rock and roll.
    First caller is blinking on the buttons and I push it.
    “Suicide Prevention, this is Lilith, how can I help you?”
    “I’m at my wits end. I’ve got this unusual problem and I don’t think anyone can help me.”
    “Why don’t you tell me your name?”
    “It’s Bonnie, I don’t have to give my last name do I? This is anonymous, right?”
    “Right, your first name is fine, Bonnie. What’s your unusual problem?”
    “You’ll just laugh at me, or think I’m a freak.”
    “No I won’t. I’m here to listen to you, not judge you.”        
    Aidan is now nestled up to my ear so he can listen in to the conversation. I shake him off. And mouth the word ‘Private.’ I know he can read my lips. His antennae grow freakishly long—eavesdropper.
    “My husband won’t even sleep in the same bed with me anymore. He thinks I’m a freak but he won’t say it.”
    “Sometimes people have a hard time adjusting to things. What’s going on Bonnie that has you so upset?”
    “I like cat food.”
    “Cat food?” I feel Aidan’s little bug body shaking with what I assume to be laughter.
    “I knew you’d think I was crazy!”
    “No! I don’t think you’re crazy at all. I was just unsure of what you mean by liking it.”
    “I like to eat it. Not the soft kind, only the hard, crunchy kind and only one particular brand.”
    “That is an unusual problem, but not one that makes you crazy. How long have you been eating cat food?”
    “For about a year now. I figured Shaggy has Scooby snacks why can’t a perfectly normal housewife eat cat food? Oohh I know it’s nuts!”
    “No, it’s not nuts. It’s unique. What made