I retrieved my toothbrush and finished brushing. Then I lowered the toilet lid and sat down to think about it. I wished I had the photo to look at. Damn Williams for taking it. I called the picture up in my mind’s eye, which wasn’t too difficult, considering how much I’d looked at it. I remembered how you could see the ankle tendons flexing.

What if it’s real?

I sat very still. Where had that thought come from? Of course it wasn’t real.

I needed something to eat. I checked myself over. No piss or barf this time, thank goodness. Callie’s sweats were too short in the arms and legs, and too tight all over. I wasn’t a particularly big woman, but I wasn’t tiny and delicate like her. Whatever. I was covered.

When I opened the bedroom door, I could hear a washing machine running somewhere. Maybe my clothes were in it. Frankly, I’d rather have thrown them away.

I stood there, finding it hard to leave the room. I’d felt relatively safe inside. But that was an illusion: I wasn’t really any safer in one room than another. Squaring my shoulders, I headed down the hall.

Callie was in the kitchen. No Williams, thank god.

Callie looked up nervously. She blurted out, “You can’t leave,” then flushed and seemed to remember her manners. “Would you like some tea?”

“That’d be great, thank you.”

Callie made me a cup of tea and then a sandwich, which was nice. She sat down across from me. There followed an awkward silence of several minutes. It felt increasingly weird to eat while she alternately looked at me and stared down at her hands. Finally I couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Did Williams go out?”

“Yes. He had something to take care of.”

Torturing a puppy to death, maybe.

“Will he be back soon?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know.”

Well, so much for the questions I really cared about. I wracked my brain for small talk. “Where did you two meet?”

Callie said nothing for a few seconds. She seemed to be considering whether to answer me.

“I had been taken by Satan’s minions,” she said at last, “some years ago. They did wicked things to me, sinful things. John rescued me. He told me I could be a warrior against that kind of evil. He has friends who taught me what to do, what not to do. I’ve been fighting evil ever since.”

Right. Momentarily forgot about the crazy thing.

Well, maybe I could get a better handle on the way these people thought. “So, how do you fight evil?”