“Mr. Thorvald wanted to do that,” he said. “I don’t know why he changed his mind. He went into the box where he locked me up, looked at me, dropped the tool case and ran out. I didn’t do anything. Why was he afraid?”
I didn’t know how to answer that question. I stroked his beautiful hair mechanically, sensing the silky texture under my fingers. Sid, stretching out on the dresser and watching us closely, meowed with a grudge. Since he was usually the one I petted, he could come to the conclusion that I’ve found another favorite. The worst part was that this is how I actually saw Monty, at least in part. This was not appropriate, but you can’t discuss with your feelings.
With some difficulty I found a*****e with ready-made clothes. Most Lunnar residents probably bought their clothes in mai
