Another flashback: about two months before I left the Stone House. Sitting in the chair by the fireplace with the white cat in my lap, I feel a sudden twinge of hate and resentment. I am not at all sure of moving into a house. There isn't money! A small apartment most likely. Litter boxes...intolerable! I can smell them from here. Did the white cat disappear in that flash of resentment! People and animals may go away in spirit before they go away in body. If only the white cat were here now to jump up onto the desk and paw the typewriter.
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