The Stranger

Stranger

The cat was seated on a chair, her face on her paws. The woman approached her and petted her gently on the head, then under the chin. She looked into the cat’s eyes. There was nothing—no recognition. She thinks you are a very nice lady, a woman behind her said. The woman nodded and turned her head to look out the window. It figures, she thought. We don’t live together anymore. I am nothing to her now.

 

 

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