Chapter Three
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“Stupid, stupid, stupid. I'm an i***t,” I said.
My grandmother’s cat blinked up at me before letting out a loud meow. I looked over at her empty food bowl. She was a chatty cat. Aunt Carrie had given her to me just last week after Gram’s memorial service, telling me Sassafras was my grandmother's old cat and she would keep me company.
“You probably need some food.”
I stood and crossed over to the kitchen, opening a cabinet and fetching a can of food. This cat was spoiled rotten. According to Aunt Carrie, my grandmother had gotten her last summer before she got sick. Or rather, before she knew she was going to die. I spooned the cat food into the bowl, and Sassafras leaped onto the small table by the windows and settled in to eat.
Curling my arms around my waist, I c
