Carrie sifted the mail on the table. She pushed off and went into the kitchen, opening one empty cabinet after another.
A slender Siamese jumped on the counter, wrapping her tail around her feet. “Opal, I hope you don’t mind toast for dinner. I don’t get paid for another week.”
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