Chapter 16

“I wanted a cat, and she said…” Del devoured one whole corner of his turkey on rye before finishing the quote. “She said, ‘Cats are for lonely people.’”

These boys could eat!

“Oh.”

“She never had one, not until I stopped coming around on a regular basis. Then Ginger was the reason we stopped speaking at all.”

Don’t lay that at my litter box, Del.

“I was the reason,” he admitted. “Not Ginger.”

Damned straight.

“I think we can like people and cats,” Baily said softly. “I think your grandmother did.”

“Was she lonely, Baily?”

“I don’t know.” He turned to face Del. “She was active. We met up with a lot of people out and about…different places, public appearances.”

“What was that like?” Del asked.

“You know how those things are. I looked up videos last night of you at Comic-Con. Imagine that, except on a smaller basis.”

I could be bigger if I wanted to.

“Maybe Ginger will get to Comic-Con someday,” Del said.

“Maybe. Your grandmother and I went a few years ago.”