understand why you want to talk about a rat?"
cat. My cat, Molly, grandma.
sorry to hear that."
into the receiver.
she said, reaching over to pet Molly's matted fur.
glanced at her with a sad look. Age was a cruel
timekeeper. Even crueler was the booked date
and time of Molly's departure.
there will be other fish in the sea," her
grandmother chortled. "This Matt guy didn't
GRANDMA, MY CAT!"
Oh, look at the time. I've got to head out to
Bingo. You know... The young man always mumbles
when he announces the number."
sarcasm in your voice?"
"You would pick up on that, wouldn't you..."
young lady, I don't appreciate your tone. We'll
have words later."
grandma, of course. You have a lovely night as
well. I'll be sure to send Molly's ashes your way."
that was very sweet of you. I accept your apology."
up the phone and looked at Molly. "Don't
worry. I won't actually send you to grandma's
house. That's where naughty kitty ashes go."