I will, Gary and I said simultaneously.
Will you help me take care of them? he asked.What kind of commitment was he asking for here? I decided to keep my answer vague. Sure.
Great. He picked up a food bowl. They probably need one of these, right?I nodded. Yeah, I think they need to eat.He threw two in the cart and some water bowls too. What do kittens eat, do you think? As opposed to cats. Is the food different?
I shrugged, having no idea. Hunter had already picked up a bag of cat food and was reading the back. This says for cats over one year old. What do you feed kittens, then?He scanned the aisle. Someone who worked at the store came over to talk to us. He had dark hair and glasses, and was only a few inches taller than me. Hunter towered over him. Can I help you with anything? he wheezed.
Yeah. I’m looking for food for my cats, Hunter said.
The guy was wearing a nametag that said TODD. How old are your cats? Todd asked.Finally the woman showed some emotion, her forehead agitating. But she reasserted her calm.
Perhaps. Now, if you will excuse me. She turned back to her papers.He was your husband for a long time, Charlotte said. It’s okay to grieve a little.
Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they’re gone and yet still mourn the good parts. Were there good parts?Mrs. Wattlesbrook started to cry. She cried like someone who didn’t know how it was done. Her face contorted at the unfamiliar sensations, and she smeared the tears aggressively with the heel of her hand.