This evening when I return to the hotel I see in my pigeonhole Angela’s writing on a yellow envelope. What excuse will she have for not writing? Too busy, perhaps, stirring cauldrons of soup while the cats dash about licking her calves. Or don’t the cats know enough to lick at her calves? Would that …
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