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Cat with Kit-Kats
“Why is the box covered in black, then?”
“Because it’s for Buster’s funeral. She died.”
She? “Was she a pet?”
“My cat.”
Jury was fascinated. “Did you bury her?”
…
“So now I guess I get sent to Lowood School,” she said, sitting stiffly. He opened his mouth to reply but she didn’t give him a chance. “Well, if they think I’m stupid like Jane Eyre, they’ll see. There’s no headmaster going to hang a cardboard around my neck.” Her eyes narrowed, her mouth tightened, as if the grisly scene were being enacted right before her. “And if they think they’re going to make me walk round and round out in the rain like that dumb Helen —” Swiftly she fired a glance at Jury. “Stranger’ll be outside that wall and he’ll get me out. I’m not walking round and coughing in the rain.” Here she mimicked a coughing fit. “And then that Helen just lies in bed dying and smiling like the angels are all sitting there feeding her Kit-Kats.” Furiously, she shook the black bobbed hair.
—Martha Grimes, The Old Silent (Little, Brown, 1989)
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