Tom looked around, as if to see if anyone had been watching him. If
anyone had seen what he had seen. If there was any way out. But there
wasn't.
Tom was utterly, and helplessly, in love.
12. Cecil Gets Away
"Only the fool, fixed in his folly, may think he can turn the wheel on
which he turns."
--T.S. Eliot
Cecil stretched and sniffed the air. Movement, but just the curtains.
He remembered that Julia had left. Probably back by dark. Or not.
She had been sitting on the couch, and he had come from the bedroom and
hopped onto her lap again. After stroking his fur for a while, she
held up the shiny thing with the snake on the end. Cecil had batted it
a few times, then ambled off to eat. Smelled like fish.
Later, Julia had thrown the fuzzy ball around the apartment, so he ran
after it until he was ready for another nap. Then the phone rang.
Julia left the house without petting him, although he stood near her
legs and arched his back. He slowly padded his way to his pillow,
which smelled like Julia, especially in the morning.
Cecil turned three times before settling down, but a sound stopped him.
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