10. Cat People

“Glenn, right?” I ask.

He nods eagerly. “I’m surprised you know my name. I don’t think we’ve been officially introduced yet.”

“Callie mentioned the names of everyone injured,” I say, even though the real reason I remember his name is because I eavesdropped on him talking to Emeric and Luke on Saturday. “Speaking of, how’s the nose doing?”

His hand jerks up as if to touch his nose, but he thinks better of it before he makes contact. “Not bad,” he says. “No more swelling, but it hurts when I smile too much. I know you said to see a proper doctor about it, but I really don’t think I’ll need to. You did a good job setting it!”

“Thank you,” I say for lack of a better response. A broken nose really doesn’t need professional medical attention that badly, not if it’s set correctly and doesn’t hurt too much.

“Do you come to feed them often?” he asks.

It takes me a moment before I realise that he’s talking about the stray cats around here, but then I reach into my bag and show him the kibble I