Wow! She’s
putting up a fight. She’s vicious with those nails, and wants no part of this.
“Merrooow,”
she snares. She's fast and has a temper . . . and she’s out!
.
“Too small.”
Lou looks at me but I ignore her and then I saunter off to see where Amber’s
gone. She’s probably hiding underneath the bed find her
right away. This nose of mine is just like radar, much more sensitive than any dog’s.
“Are you
okay,” I ask. We don’t use words, but Amber knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“No! They’re
going to put us in those bloody cages.”
“Yes. I told
you that two days ago. Not for a short time either. . . We could die.”
“You’re such
a drama queen,” she sniffles. Amber has a sinus problem.
“We’ll, we
could. We’re going on the silver bird. I overheard Lou making the arrangements.
I thought we would go First Class, but no, we will be on the floor . . .
Economy.”
“Economy?
You’re kidding.”
“In economy”
I tell her. “We change planes in Paris.”
“I’d like to
see Paris again,” she meews.
“Right.” Amber is
into the past lifetimes thing—reincarnation. I think she’s in for a rude
unawakening.
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