The Invader

Of course, I forgive you Angelo! Sneaking around behind my back, literally in the bushes. Spying on Mei and I. Now taking her away. No hard feelings.

No hard feelings?

A token of forgiveness.  Traditional gift appropriate for this situation.

Angelo watched Chao leave. Chet barks at the odd potted plant, which Angelo sets on the credenza. Leafy. Creeping. Viny. Woody thing.

Chet barked all night. He wasn’t there come morning. His collar lay on the doormat, but Chet was nowhere to be found. The plant, however, was three times as big and sported purple flower cones and flat hairy seedpods.

It was even bigger that evening. Angelo sat it on the TV tray while he slumped into the La-Z-Boy, on his phone googling: Leafy… Creeping… Viny… Woody… Purple Cone Flower… Flat Hairy Seedpod…

Kudzu? He yawned at length dropping the phone as leafy tendrils creeped over the armrests.