A Cat in Florence

Chapter 14
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The light streaming through the window made it seem as if the room were a movie set illuminated by klieg lights. I sat up rubbing my eyes, and then sat on the edge of the bed and held my head in my hands. “Jenny?” I called. There was no answer.

I leaned over and looked under the bed. Nothing but dust motes. I shuffled to the bathroom. She wasn’t there. “Jenny!” Suddenly I felt panic. What had I done? What had I said?

I turned and went to the open window. As I leaned on the sill a few tufts of cat fur wafted slowly up, glowing red in the late morning light. “Oh my god,” I said. "Oh my god.”