Let’s go out, right now, Gaia said pulling Julia’s arm. She could barely put the pen down on the table before she was rushed out of the door.
Where are we going?
Out, to see, said Gaia. You will draw everything when we come back. I will find you people to talk to. Hurry, hurry, she said while Julia was putting her shoes on.
It was misty on that day and drizzly, few people were around. Kristen was fast asleep. Gaia steps were fast. Julia followed her with difficulty, unable to ignore her surroundings even when she was running. Off they went through Campo dell’Unione, where stalls were still closed. There they found a small black kitten all by itself. Gaia caressed it and took it in her arms for a little and when she put it back on the ground, it would not move away from her. They walked along Calle della Vita, where a sailor was slowly pushing his boat towards them. He bowed as he saw them, Julia and Gaia waved to him. The cat was still with them. Gaia crossed the bridge towards Mission Island and the cat advanced slowly, from one plank to the other, scared of the gaps but determined not to be left alone. Gaia walked back to where Julia and the cat were and spoke.
Your name is Libero and you will stay with us.
She then took the cat in her arms and turned back to Mission Island.