Jane's wonderful wise curmudgeon of an old fluffy cat Rosemary took an unprecedented liking to me and nobody knows why. She wouldn't give most people besides Jane the time of day. I was sensible of a great honor.
Rosemary slept with me at the foot of this ancient austere bed in Jane's guestroom. The surprisingly comfortable mattress is a ten inch slab o' foam, the head and foot board look like a puritan version of a Spartan version of the Parthenon.
Three days after I left Rosemary was brutally murdered by the neighbor's pit bull. Jane was devastated. I felt like I had lost a friend. Fortunately Jane was scheduled to go to Cashiers North Carolina the next day
To her mother's place for a family get-together. Jane's Mom Sally is pretty wise herself, and kind and warm and If I had lost a friend like that I wish I could be sure I would have somebody to comfort me as wise and warm as Sally, posing here at the door to the guestroom of her antique-filled home on a hillside in Cashiers.
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