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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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