“That’s not true.”
“No, you’re right; it isn’t true. You pay more attention to him than to me. Or at least you did. Now that he’s gone, all you can think about is the stupid cat and money.”
As Sandy started sobbing, I felt something rub against my leg. I looked down and there was Mrs. Moto staring up at me. I scooped her into my arms. “Don’t worry, kitty. It’ll be okay.” She began playing with my earrings, so I guess she was feeling better. Although I don’t do my nails, I always wear earrings. We each do girly in our own way, I guess.
As I was cuddling Mrs. Moto, Jack stormed past. He was in such a huff, I don’t even think he noticed me. I walked up to Sandy and handed her cat to her.
“Where have you been?” she asked, drying her tears on the soft fur. “I’ve been searching for you every
