The cats slumbered in her lap and the paper was draped over the high wing behind her right ear. The floor around her feet looked like the bottom of a birdcage. Rather than disturb the cats, she was releasing the paper as she finished the stories, letting it sail to the floor before reach-ing behind for another section. “Good morning,” I said. “Good morning.” She held out her coffee cup. “Get me another cup? I don’t want to disturb the cats.” I was in the kitchen when the phone rang. “I’m busy!” Aunt Charlotte called out. I picked up the phone. “Hello?” “Did you find anything on Cougar Mountain?” Jack asked. I blew across the dark surface of my coffee. “What do you care?” “I don’t, actually,” he admitted. “But make sure you check with your clairvoyant. Maybe she got a signal from space.” “Jack, what do you want?” He wanted to know whether I’d seen the videotape of Osama bin Laden, the one where he’s sitting in front of a gray rock. “Yes, I’ve seen it.”
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