Chapter 5: Shortest Day
A soft snore came to reply, though it wasn’t towards the door or heard by whoever knocked. The owner of the snore was Stan. While the doorbell rang a few times, all he did was sleep, his chest lifting up and down and his tail slowly moving side to side lazily. That was until-
Bang Bang Bang!
This got the old cat’s attention, who sharply snorted as he sat up, eyes blinking under the glasses.
Stan: “Hrmf? What?”
His gaze went to the door until he heard a familiar pair of voices from behind it.
Bea: ”Mae, what the hell?!”
Mae: “This is my house, besides, Dad’s always falling asleep. He can sleep through an effing explosion!”
Stan: “Mae? Is that you?”
Mae: “Yeah dad. Can we come in?”
Stan: “Mae, you do know this is your home, right?”
Mae: “Aw friggin crap! I feel like such an idiot!”