"The day was sunny but not hot, and we spoke in the backyard, surrounded by sour grass and wildflowers. Laid out on the table between us, purring, was Luna, the family cat. 'She likes it when people hang outside with her,' Jeffrey said. Luna is thirteen and a big part of the family’s life. When our families get together, we’re sure to hear about Luna’s latest hijinks, like the times—plural—she called Martha from their landline. One time, Luna rang as Jeffrey, Martha, and Geri were heading two and a half hours east to visit my family, in Angels Camp, California. Another time—and this is Jeffrey’s favorite story about Luna’s phone antics—she called Martha and left a voice-mail message. She meowed into the phone for seven minutes."
~ T. Orange
"My sister used to be a waitress here, and I’d come all the time because she’d give me free meals."
~ T. Orange
(Non-censored brain activity: She might have actually been paying for them. I'd be surprised if she wasn't, but restaurants are restaurants...)
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