"I've brought Ella," she said.
"Ella?"
"My cat."
Looking down, he saw all kinds of animal paraphernalia on the porch beside her.
"Oh, Ella! Great. Great." Why did she always reduce him to one-word sentences?
"You're still interested, aren't you?" A small line of worry creased her brow.
"Oh, he's interested all right," Gary replied, rising up behind Tristan.
Ivy stepped into the house and looked about without putting down her cat carrier.
"I'm Gary. I've seen you around a lot at school."
Ivy nodded and smiled somewhat distantly. "You were at the wedding, too."
"Right. Me and Tristan. I'm the one who made it all the way through dessert before being fired."
Ivy smiled again, a friendlier smile this time, then she got back to business.
"Ella's litter pan is outside," she said to Tristan. "And some cans of food. I also brought her basket and cushion, but she never uses them."
Tristan nodded. Ivy's hair was blowing in the draft from the door. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to brush it off her cheek and kiss her.
"How would you feel about sharing your bed?" she asked.
Tristan blinked. "Excuse me?"
"He'd love to!" Gary said.
Tristan shot him a look.
"Good," said Ivy, failing to notice Gary's wink. "Ella can be a pillow hog, but all you have to do is roll her over."
Gary laughed out loud, then he and Tristan brought in the pile of stuff.
"Are you a cat person?" Ivy asked Gary.
"No," he replied, "but maybe there's hope for me." He leaned down to peer into the carrier. "I mean, look how fast Tristan converted. Hello, Ella. We're going to have a great time playing together."
"Too bad you'll have to wait till next time," said Tristan. "Gary was just leaving," he told Ivy.
Gary straightened up with a look of mock surprise. "I'm leaving? So soon?"
"Not soon enough," Tristan said, holding open the front door.
"Okay, okay. Catch you later, Ella. Maybe we can hunt mice together."
When Gary left, the room grew suddenly quiet. Tristan couldn't think of anything to say. He had a list of questions-somewhere-behind the sofa where all the other stuff was jammed.
But Ivy didn't seem to expect conversation. She unlatched the door of the cat carrier and pulled out Ella.
The cat was funny-looking, mostly black, but with one white foot, a tip of white on her tail, and a splash of it on her face.
"Okay, baby," Ivy said, holding Ella in her arms, stroking her softly around the ears.
Ella blinked her huge green eyes at Tristan, happily soaking up Ivy's attention.
I can't believe I'm jealous of a cat, Tristan thought.
When Ivy finally set Ella on the floor, Tristan held out his hand. The cat gave him a snooty look and walked away.
"You have to let her come to you," Ivy advised him. "Ignore her, for days, for weeks, if necessary. When she gets lonely enough, she'll come around on her own."
Would Ivy ever?
Tristan picked up a yellow pad. "How about giving me feeding instructions?"
She had already typed them up for him. "And here are Ella's medical records, and here's the list of shots she gets regularly, and the vet's number."
She seemed in a rush to get it over with.
"And here are her toys." Ivy's voice faltered.
"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he said gently.
"And here's her brush; she loves to be brushed."
"But not washed," Tristan said.
Ivy bit her lip. "You don't know anything about cats, do you?"
"I'll learn, I promise. She'll be good for me, and I'll be good for her. Of course, you can visit her as much as you like, Ivy. She'll still be your cat. She'll just be my cat too. You can come see her whenever you want."
"No," Ivy said firmly. "No."
"No?" His heart stopped. He was still sitting upright holding a pile of kitty stuff, but he was sure he'd just had a cardiac arrest.
"It will only mix her up," Ivy explained. "And I don't think-I don't think I can stand to."
He longed to reach out to touch her then, to take one of her slender hands in his, but he didn't dare. Instead he pretended to study the little pink brush and waited for Ivy to regain her composure.
Ella came over to sniff her brush, then pushed her head against it. Tristan gently ran it along her flank.