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 Rafer jumped up on Tom’s chair and began washing his paws in the white light of the Coleman lantern. Even with the lantern’s steady low hiss, Clay could hear him purring. As far as Rafe was concerned, life was still cool.

 He thought of Alice twirling the small sneaker and wondered, almost idly, if it was possible for a fifteen-year-old girl to have a nervous breakdown.

 “Don’t be stupid,” he told the cat. “Of course it is. Happens all the time. They make movies of the week about it.”

 Rafer looked at him with wise green eyes and went on licking his paw. Tell me more, those eyes seemed to say. Vere you beaten as a child? Did you have ze sexual thoughts about your mother?

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