Chapter Twelve
Honesty Bar
Early the
next morning, Rosalie went to find the small gray cat. She was frantic to see
him—if he was a him—and know he was okay. When she saw
the faithful creature creep up to the building, she walked out to meet him with
grateful urgency. Rather than tentatively stroke him or talk to him first, she
scooped him up, feeling him purr immediately.
“I’m glad
you’re safe,” she mumbled. “I was so worried about you.”
The cat
purred louder, as though to reassure her.
“Do you want
to come live with me?”
Even though
she knew it was silly, she was hoping for some sort of affirmation or response.
The cat purred on as she opened the door and carried him inside, holding him to
her chest as she walked to the cupboard to get a can of food for him. She set
him
