Through the weeping household stalked a small black cat—just past kittenhood, and more gamine than gangly. She darted past the skirts of a grieving wife as the woman buried her face in a ... [+]
"Oh, Geoffrey! Good. You're finally home. Just put it all on the kitchen table. Were you able to get everything I wanted for the party?""Yes, ma'am.""It's just that it's so late, did you run into any tr—Aaahhhh!! Geoffrey! What's happened to you?""I encountered some difficulties, ma'am. At the baker's, and again on my way home.""You're filthy. Dirt, everywhere, and . . . vegetable oil? Grease? And what's all that red splatter . . . that's not blood, is it? Are you feeling quite alright, Geoffrey?""Before my departure, I ran a complete diagnostic, as per regulations. I am operating under normal
