Chapter 8
Peyton
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I WAS FEEDING my cat, Lucifurr, when John called me.
“Dom insists that you be at the house viewing,” he told me.
“No problem,” I replied, watching as Lucifurr began inhaling the soft food I’d given him. Every Saturday it was his treat and the only time he showed affection. Like clockwork, he’d watch me open the cupboard, and then he brushed against my legs. I’d put the slimy stuff into his bowl, and then he’d ignore me for the rest of the week, until Saturday came along once again. I loved my cat, but he wasn’t the cuddly, social type and never had been. I’d adopted him from a shelter when he was a kitten and although, he allowed a few pets, now and then, Lucifurr like his space.
“Can you meet us there at eleven?” John asked.
“Yeah, of course.”
“I asked hi
