Santi and I stayed up way too late reading articles about the Cavanaughs. Apparently, they were the nineteenth century equivalent of the contemporary couple who just didn’t find it necessary to abide by societal rules. I liked them for that and imagined that if they lived now, they’d probably plant their front yard in wildflowers, paint their house lavender, and insist on letting their children run around the yard n***d. I had gone to sleep thinking I’d like to be friends with them.
But when the alarm went off at five a.m., both of us groaned so loudly that we startled Beauregard, who was sleeping between us, and he dug all ten of his claws into my calf. That woke me up all the way, and I headed downstairs to make coffee. I knew Jackie said she’d have some for us, but I needed fuel just f
