"To be entirely truthful, he's only invisible because he wore out his nine lives-- he's more like ninety now." Saga tilted her head, unable to resist adding, "I'm surprised Mr. Donohue. I'm sure most people would have taken this a lot harder than you are." This was spoken from experience yet again, as her first home had been sold to her parents because the former owners had been afraid of poltergeists. Those wicked fiends had turned out to be the old couple that had first owned the place, and the cat who'd belonged to them. Why he had followed her to Massachusetts was something she had yet to figure out, but had already decided not to question.

"So then, let's begin." Turning to a sheaf of papers placed on a nearby chair, Saga gathered them up, set them on the table, and began rummaging about in tea canisters. "Are you familiar at all with Greek or Norse mythology?"