Mrs. Allen stepped closer to Gibsie and he comically dived backwards. “Keep that beast away from me,” he choked out, eyeing Brian warily. “I don’t trust him, Mam.” “Ah, he’s harmless.” Mrs. Allen laughed. “You wouldn’t hurt a fly, would you, Brian?” “No, the flies are grand because his issue is with me,” Gibsie grumbled. “Isn’t it, Brian?” The cat hissed and Gibsie leapt behind me. “You’re going to have to do something about his behavior,” he warned his mother. “I don’t feel safe in my home anymore.”
