Unprepared

Worried about Jack all over again, Kitty  toyed with the King’s chess board before leafing through some picture books she found on a shelf.  From what she could tell they seemed to concern Interior wildlife.  Although she couldn’t read the print, she could appreciate the photographs; they were marvelous, yet a startling reminder of just how foreign the Interior truly was.  An uncomfortable sensation began to overtake Kitty, as she gazed at a picture of what resembled a pink polka dotted deer.  Here she was, in a world no one in Beaumont knew existed, sitting in a king’s apartment like it was a totally normal thing to do.  But it wasn’t.  How could it be?  None of this made any sense.  Most of the time Kitty was willing to just go with it, but exhausted, stressed, and a tiny bit freaked out, she suddenly wished she were back home—believing all that existed was just the crappy life she already knew.