“Oh your cat fell.” Jenny’s mom said from behind her. “It must have a ton of money in it to make that kind of racket. Well, look on the bright side, now you can count it.”

“Mm-kay.” Jenny said without conviction.

“Don’t worry, Dear, we’ll get you a new one.”

“Ma?” Jenny wanted to tell her mom about all the things that didn’t make sense- that someone had been in her room. She turned but her mom was already gone.

“Yes?” Her voice came from the top of the stairs. The distance made things weird.

“I thought that your playing sounded really good tonight.” Jenny said instead.

“Glad you liked it. That piece is a real nightmare. Speaking of which, I should get back downstairs before your dad turns on the T.V.”

Jenny let her mom drift away. She picked up the feline-shaped bank and brushed her fingertips across the crack on the back, wondering how it had ended up on the floor. A thin, sticky coating covered much of the damage. It had been glued back together. This whole thing was getting stranger and stranger.