“Didn’t work,” Mark told Gracie the next time he saw her. She was emptying a can of cat food into the saucer she left out for the cats that lived in the harbor. “She laughed at me.”
“Did you use the exact words I gave you?”
“Close enough. I get the feeling she’s already moving on.” He couldn’t drum up much emotion over that. Sophie and he had fun in some ways, but in other ways they got on each other’s nerves.
Gracie finished with the can and stood up. “Do you want me to talk to her and find out what she’s thinking?”
“God, no. She’s afraid of you now because of your knife.”
Gracie giggled. “I think this might be the first time anyone’s been afraid of me.” A cat trotted down the ramp to the bowl of milk and lapped at it with an eager tongue. “Don’t worry, I paid for that milk.”
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