Cathy knew that it was painful for Florence to handle her dead husband’s clothing, so after Gran finished and Cathy had played with the kittens, she invited her out to lunch. “You need a break,” she said. “Would you like to go to the Kafe?”
“That’s a wonderful idea. I haven’t eaten there in ages, and I love their pickled herring.”
Cathy made a face. She wasn’t a fan. “Let’s go. I just put Harry and Hermione to sleep in my room.” They weren’t keeping the kittens in their tent anymore but still didn’t feel comfortable letting them roam the house while they were out.
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When they arrived at the Kafe, Cathy was surprised to see Fran. “Where are Olivia and Hilda?” she asked. “And don’t you work nights?”
“I switched today because Olivia had a dentist appointment, and Hilda isn’t feeling
