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Continued: “Giving Up the Ghost” by Mary Logue

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Then, one day, I made a perfect crust. I don’t know what tipped the balance. Maybe I finally relaxed. Once I could make it, it came out perfect every time.

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Around noon, I called for Cloud and even rattled her food box, which usually pulled her into the kitchen, but she didn’t show up. I looked around the house, but couldn’t find her anywhere. I figured she was sleeping in some new favorite spot.

I watched the clock, which was silly, because I could eat whenever I felt like it. The turkey would need to go into the oven pretty soon.

Richard had always liked to invite everyone over at sundown — around 4 o’clock. The idea was to have them there to watch the sunset. We had a wonderful west view from his loft, but three out of four Thanksgivings were overcast. We would serve appetizers, then have dinner at about five-thirty.

After another hour, I still couldn’t find Cloud. I looked everywhere in the house. The door to the bedroom was closed, but I even looked in there. No scrappy kitty anywhere.

I went outside and called and called, but I heard no answering meow.


Tomorrow: Chapter 24 begins.

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