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Cat’s Paw

        condition of such manifest slobbery? Nothing for it but to go home
        and change into my other shirt. It wasn’t much out of the way, but I
        cursed nonstop at the car radio and at any driver ahead of me going
        less than double the speed limit.

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            I parked sketchily in a red zone in front of my apartment building
        and double-timed it up the stairs to the second floor, almost colliding
        with a woman coming down. It was Hope Lesley.
            “Oops!”
            “Oh!  Mr.  O’Bleakley.  You—you  are  here.  I  was  just  upstairs
        knocking on your door.”
            The poor kid looked really distraught. My heart went out to her.
        “Why, what’s wrong, Hope?” I was holding her in a clumsy embrace.
        Her entire body was trembling, and her hands were grasping at my
        jacket. I let her get her footing, but didn’t let go.
            “It’s nothing, really. Well, to be honest, it’s that woman again. She
        just won’t let me get into the house. And it’s like a fortress. You can’t
        get in there without a key.”
            Something in her voice told me it was time to stop hugging her; I
        did and she edged past me on the staircase. “Didn’t your brother ever
        give you a key? You are a fairly close relative, you know.”
            She laughed nervously. “Me? What makes you think he would trust
        me with a key?”
            I  shrugged.  “Since  your  brother  really  wanted  you  to  have
        everything, it seemed like a possibility—that’s all.”
            “Oh.” Her eyes were darting about like minnows in a tank.
            “Anyway,”  I  said  in  the  calmest  voice  I  could  imagine,  the  one
        used by TV commercial proctologists, “since you came all this way,
        what can I do for you?”
            “I lost your phone number and I wondered if you had found my
        brother’s will.
            “No, I’m sorry, I haven’t. But I’m still looking.” She had me so
        befuddled  it  never  occurred  to  me  that  I  hadn’t  given  her  my
        number—much less my address.
            “I see. Then I’ll be going. Bye.”


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