The vaccine had failed. Vera phoned Brock Osborne to break the news. “Oh no! What a blow!” cried Osborne. “I had such hopes for it.” “We all did.” “I guess that’s it, then. I don’t see how domestic cats can survive.” “Yes. I have to agree. Thanks for daring to take a risk. It took courage.” Vera ended the call. And then the tears began. Valentine’s Day fell on a Sunday. Noah and Vera were not in a loving mood. The scourge of FHF was all they could think about. Noah nursed a beer, but Vera, out of deference to her pregnancy, sipped club soda. They sat, deep in thought, listening to an old Miles Davis album whose mournful trumpet blues closely matched their spirit. Vera fell into Noah’s lap and sobbed in his arms. “We’ll think of something,” he said, stroking her hair. Vera raised her head.
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