Back in his room, Brad changed into a dry shirt and then sat in the only chair. The odd creature jumped into his lap, curling up like a happy, hairless, wrinkled cat. He nervously stroked her back and soon discovered that she liked her horns scratched. “What should I call you?” he wondered aloud. “I think I’d call you Lucifer, but you seem like a girl to me, so how about Lucy?” She seemed to like that, so it was settled.
Danna Reich Colman