We were at the ER for hours, and Steven was looked at and looked into and looked after. I loved him so much, I couldn’t leave his side. I told them we were married so they wouldn’t make me leave.
We heard them fussing over Bai and then heard her when she came around.
“My cat!” she screamed. “His name is Lucifer, and I’ve probably killed him!”
I couldn’t stop myself, I giggled, but covered it up with a cough. I think I got away with it. Lucifer was all black and, last I’d seen, was licking his nuts on our kitchen table. But then we got to hear them pump her stomach and all the mess with clearing the lungs and what not, and police to hold her down, and we didn’t really want to know, anyhow. Gradually, I became upset with the noise and racket that was disturbing my darling Steven and maybe
