Chapter 10February 23rd
“She won’t come out of the closet,” Ricky said plaintively, wobbling her lower lip at me. “My poor, poor, lesbian p***y…cat.”
I rolled my eyes and got down on my hands and knees. “First of all, it’s not a closet, it’s a cupboard. Second of all, ha-ha very funny.”
“I thought so.”
“Of course you did.” I peered into the space under the O’Briens’ bathroom sink. All I could see of the cat was a pair of unblinking yellow eyes. She was buried all the way in the back, between stacks of fluffy towels.
“I bet it’s warm under there,” I sighed, rubbing my bare arms. There was gooseflesh under my fingertips; I felt jealous of the cat.
The renovations to the house meant the whole place was perpetually freezing. No wonder the cat took shelter under the sink. The hot water wa
