April 5, 2010

Part XIII-b

Ingrid and Carey doze for a while, damp, blanketless and pasted with feathers. She wakes briefly, remembering Billy Crystal’s line from When Harry Met Sally—“I took her to a place that wasn’t human. She actually meowed.”
She meows once, very softly.
“Hm?” Carey asks from a dream, then snorts once and breathes rhythmically.
She pulls the sheet over them and sleeps.

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