Nestalgica

Autumn: Emily's house was mad. You'd walk in and instantly a cat would be demanding attention. The mid-Autumn barbecue was no exception. Xyxephrien the tortoiseshell greeted me on that day as I walked through the door holding a small bag of more things than I thought possible and a pillow. Em picked up Xyph and carried her through to her room where Aimee and Matt were already rubbing the bellies of Doctor and Pyro. For the next couple of hours we stole Russian from Matt, ate Frozen Juice and remembered each other's secrets. When the other guests started arriving we made ourselves known by sitting outside the front door, introducing ourse