Ground Perspective
Author: Guede Mazaka |
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*** “Aw. He’s cute,” said the woman. She was shorter and thinner than the other woman, and she didn’t speak in a tight, snappy voice. She smelled better. Not so much varnish and gun oil. “Cute? And how do you know it’s a he? You haven’t even picked it--him up yet,” Shiny Shoes said. He looked frazzled. “Where’s my passport?” She chewed on her nail, then noticed and stopped with a disgusted look. “You’re holding it.” “No, I meant the Brazilian one. And how do you know I’ve got the American one? You’re not looking at me either.” Shiny Shoes made a mess out of his bag. He didn’t make messes often so this was worth exploring. “Hey! No, get away from that!” “Oh, here. Here, kitty.” The woman was stronger and more persistent than she looked, but she was also quite clever. Her nails scratched in all the right spots. “Like that, huh…well, definitely a guy.” “He’s purring. He’s…purring?” This seemed to confuse Shiny Shoes. He stopped throwing stuff across the counter and leaned forward to squint. “How did you do that?” She snorted and flicked at his nose. “Because I do. And I know. And calm down, Martin—did you check the pocket in the lining? That’s where you always stuck your fake.” “Oh. Oh…right.” Shiny Shoes reached into the pocket and pulled out a thing that looked like a small, thin green book. He grinned stupidly at it. “It’s a boy. Huh. Maybe we should name it. Him.” She was good, Cat decided. He approved. But he’d still claw her if she even thought about Fluffy. *** |