I, Effing Feline, have little time. I have an important job to do–curling on Mr V’s lap and purring. He’s a little down, you see, because his oldest son moved to Amsterdam this week, and that’s so very far away. I’m stealing a moment to write this, but I have to get back to his lap chop chop.
Today’s snippet continues from the short story, Thimbleriggers, contained in Future Love (which is now available for pre-order!). The book is my pet human’s upcoming collection of short stories. The crook, Aldous, give his aged subject an injection that puts her into a light sleep and intensifies her recall of the memories he wants to buy. The first is 13-year-old Kathy’s voyeuristic episode involving a babysitter.
Kathy glared at the closed bedroom door. “I’m not sleepy,” she repeated in a stage whisper.
Surely Sharon, the grouchy college babysitter, wouldn’t yell at her for getting a drink of water? When Kathy opened the bedroom door, she heard Sharon giggling; must be a funny show on TV.
A different voice groaned. It was a man—and not on TV, either, even though Sharon was not supposed to let a guy into the apartment.
“Getting to the good stuff,” Aldous cackled. Wanting still more of the memory’s extreme vividness, he turned the breadbox’s volume dial all the way up with his toe.
Kathy crept down the hall, pausing at the bathroom to fill a plastic cup with alibi water. When the giggling and moaning continued, Kathy tiptoed slowly, avoiding the floorboard that squeaked.
Effing Feline again. Poor Mr V’s four children are scattered across three countries and two continents, as shown below. If you want to know a secret, though, I think he’s also a bit proud of having raised independent, adventurous children. He just wishes it was easier to see them.
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Now back to Mr V’s lap.