The first thing I did when I got home—naturally—was feed the cats. Before they would go to their bowl, they sniffed suspiciously at me, and Alex retreated under a table while Jessie’s tail puffed up. People claim cats have short memory spans, and maybe they do, but the odors that clung to my clothing and hair must have called forth visions of the fire in which the three of us had nearly lost our lives. Next I got on the phone and called Chelle’s mobile unit. She answered groggily, sounding as if I’d awakened her. “Where are you?” I asked. “In my own bed at Mom and Dad’s,” she replied in a sulky tone. “Nemo stood me up, the asshole.” “Where were you supposed to meet him?” “At a friend’s place in the Sunset. She gave me a key and told me to use the flat while she’s visiting her folks in Indiana.” The lives of young people like Chelle and Nemo struck me, as they often had before, as nomadic.
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