" "What do you think you're doing, bringing her back at four in the morning?" the woman shrieked. Shaking her fist, she grabbed the girl who stood behind the white-haired man.
He put his hand on the angry woman's arm. "You know these youngsters. I tried to bring her back before midnight, but she was infatuated with our city. What danger could there be with an old fart like me accompanying such a delicate flower?"
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from Second Helping, Cats & Other Tales
Copyright © 1999 by Marilyn Schoefer Wagner Table of Contents
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