Death Page 47


I laugh and pull away, "Great. Just great." I walk into the kitchen after Aleks who, is feeding Shakespeare and rubbing his hands over his furry black face. "Who is a good kitty? Who? You are."


I lean into the frame of the wall and glance over at the sunroom. It forces a smile across my lips.


The End.


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