Mable was sitting in the Memorial Grove potting shed in Capital Park. This was one of her favorite indoor spots. It smelled of soil, fertilizer and many other earthy smells. There were no windows and the building was made from well-maintained bricks and mortar. No one else in the park used this shed. She had a table and stools set up.
She heard a raven caw and knew Jennifer was getting closer. Two caws, she was almost to the door. Mable waited for the knock. If her heart beat, it would be doing triple time. This can’t be about the plague cat.