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unable throughout the evening to throw away even her
cat's food dish, which was now beginning to smell.
Finally, with a sigh, she picked it up, washed it, packed
the dish in a box with pillows, collars, and bells, and put
them all on a closet shelf. It's all right to be a little low,
losing someone close for such a long time, she told
herself. Someone to talk to, that's all. The truth is, there
was more: that Scheherazade's self-satisfied
independence, her courage, and indeed her greed and
foul temper had been the sole source for her mistress
not only of admiration and envy, but of vicarious
pleasures. Through this loud, demanding, smug,
excitable Siamese, Prudence Lattice had indulged
herself for years in motherhood, gluttony, promiscuity,
bullying, torture, and murder.
Now she would never wail seduction into the night
again, or fasten her teeth in the throat of life.
"Oh, Pru, Pru, you really have no excuse," Miss
Lattice sighed while checking locks and shutting off
lights. Then on tiptoe she walked up to the room where
her visitor, Chin Lam, slept. "I'll just see if she needs a
blanket." From the foot of the bed where the