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Apparently no one else had seen her. If they had seen it and were secretly hiding it from her, well, that was just mean. But she knew they couldn't orchestrate that kind of cooperation. Pink hearses were the stuff of gossip and they all thrived on gossip as much as the weak coffee and vending machine snacks. Charlotte began to convince herself that the whole experience was just a dream; she couldn’t have seen a pink hearse in the parking lot. No normal person would drive a funeral limo ...

I stood there in my front yard, waiting. My hands were restless, and I jammed them in my pockets. I hated waiting, but I wasn't there alone. The cat waited with me. Not my cat, but one that could be blamed for a lot of my problems. Dumb cat. "Max, when is she coming?" I asked the cat. The early summer air was crisp but still. Soon the grass would shrivel up in the heat. A furry nuzzle against my ankle was his only response. He took a stance next to me, and I felt his fuzzy haunch on...

I stood there in my front yard, waiting. My hands were restless, and I jammed them in my pockets. I hated waiting, but I wasn't there alone. The cat waited with me. Not my cat- just one that had, if I wanted to look at this selfishly, been the root of a lot of my problems. Dumb cat. "Max, when is she coming?" I asked the cat. A furry nuzzle was his only response. Yeah, he could understand me. I suppose she'd sent him as a watchdog, er, cat, when she wasn't around. The details were...

Charlotte stood in the front yard, hands jammed in her pockets, with twilight falling around her. A charcoal cat purred and licked one paw, letting her know he could wait all day. Listening was one of Max’s skills, and that was why Em had sent him. “I’ve decided to accept.” She held her breath, and waited for the sign that she'd been heard. Only a few seconds passed before the gentle explosion of light. Charlotte had grown accustomed to the quick bursts, people appearing suddenly as if from t...

Some days Charlotte wanted to wear her sunglasses while at work. The bright clashing hues made Pet Palace look like the Taj Mahal as decorated by kindergarteners. As Charlotte arrived one such morning, half asleep and clutching a grape Slurpee, she took off her sunglasses and found the store empty. They were supposed to be doing inventory before the store opened. Gibbons would be firing people for sure if they all skipped out. It was not unexpected for one or two of them to be running late, b...