"You should have a cat."
"Why?"
While Annie answered my question I did a mental inventory of her cats. Eve, the mean calico, was under the bed. The meaner white one, Henry, was out on the couch observing a temporary truce. Mystery was in bed with us, pawing at my fingertips as I played with Annie's hair.
Annie once told me she believed in love without consequence. I never told her I think that's foolish. I chose Eve.
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