We have a mouse.
“Will you be staying with us long?” I ask.
He’s lost in thought gazing out the window.
I cough. He blinks his black eyes, turns, thinks about the question.
“No. No, probably not… It’s so cold out there, isn’t it.”
He turns back and looks out at the falling snow.
I join him at the window.
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, it is.”
