Chapter 4

Time to feed the outdoor cats, and then it would be five o’clock here, and that meant sundowners, whether the sun was actually setting or not.

What she found extremely odd, however, was that she knew her visitor’s father, quite well, in fact. She made a face indicative of her feelings, which almost scared the two cats at her feet, and went inside to get out the gin

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I wasn’t actually thinking this but it came up later: if I had been building a dragon, it would breathe fire and kill people because it was angry, and because breathing fire is what dragons do. I myself wasn’t angry that way, see, as anger was never allowed in our home. Even ‘Off Fighting America’s Enemies,’ my father said, there was no place for anger there, either. You had to be incontrol. It was okay if a woman got angry, wasn’t it cute, how sweet and silly and endearing, but a man had to control that sort of girly thing.