Chapter 3
I was sound asleep in the living room when Burk returned. I had Paris on my lap, and Felicia was stretched out on the floor. I’d heard her make a weird noise earlier and been afraid to look. I woke to Burk rubbing my arm and pressing his cheek to mine.
“Wakey, wakey, old man,” he said. “I believe I have bad news about another of your cats. Is that why you’ve been crying?
My heart warmed to his presence and broke apart at the same time. Paris was still asleep on my chest, her butt in my face, of course. She was purring. I managed to say, “Bye, Felicia,” like it was a time to be funny, but what else can you do? That was my British father in me, stiff upper lip and all that.
“I’m taking her outside. I’ve been stashing pharmacy crap in the back bedroom. I have a lot to tell you,
