Time to let go.
Time to grow up.
Time to accept Fair's genuine apology, to cherish him for the man he had become.
Mrs. Murphy put her paw on Harry's forearm. "Close call."
"Yes," Tucker agreed.
"Think Matthew will get the death penalty?" Pewter wondered.
"No. Rich people don't get the death penalty, their lawyers see to that, but he'll spend some time in jail. I just hope it's a lifetime," Mrs. Murphy sagely predicted.
"BoomBoom has guts," Pewter purred as she snuggled even closer to Harry.
"Mom, too. I'm proud of her. She finally apologized to Boom," Murphy said.
"Why are things so hard for humans?" Tucker sighed.
"They walk on two legs. Beginning of all their troubles," Pewter saucily replied and they all three laughed.
Dear Reader,
A certain party has taken to demanding tuna packed in water.
She plops her striped derriere in the best seat in the house.
A photo of her oh-so-adorable self without me (have you noticed?) graces the back of this volume.
Alas, she's gotten the big head. Where will it end?
Yours truly,
P. S. She lies!
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