[ For a time the book is quiet, its pages still. Passive. Minutes tick by — slowly at first and faster as the other shoe fails and fails and fails to fall. If Ellis is feeling especially optimistic, he might allow himself to suppose that the issue is resolved.
Presently, a leggy black cat stops cold in her wandering along the wall line at the far side of the yard. She bobs her head.
She croaks at him, inaudible at a distance, teeth and tongue peeked white beneath the wide goggle of her eyes. ]
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Presently, a leggy black cat stops cold in her wandering along the wall line at the far side of the yard. She bobs her head.
She croaks at him, inaudible at a distance, teeth and tongue peeked white beneath the wide goggle of her eyes. ]