The Cat Comes Back…

Keenan felt the need to put in another appearance in my novel. This time, he brought Bertram with him… I’m not sure who his monstrous relative is.

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“…Yeah, that’s called murder,” one said, “and it’s generally frowned upon by society.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” he said, shaking his head. He crossed over to where they kept their bottled herbs. “She may be a monster, but she’s still family.”

“Hmm,” his companion said, nodding. “I suppose I’m not one to talk. I mean, look at my cousin! It’s like he’s read the handbook on human behavior but he didn’t understand the instructions.” Chuckling, the first lifted a bottle off the shelf and said, “What was it he said the other day?”

“Philosophers, theologists, and politicians can talk their throats hoarse about whether or not something is moral or right. Scientists simply say ‘Yes, but can it be done?’ He is a scientist, after all.”

“He’s more like a mad scientist,” the first said, chuckling.

Shrugging, the one who had selected a bottle of herbs snatched a second off the shelf and then stepped up to the counter. “You wouldn’t have any essence of dittany, would you?”

“It’s in back,” Peter said, without looking up from his cards. He reached up and took a small vial off the shelf behind him and then held it out to Robin.

“Thank you, my love,” Robin said, as she took the vial. Handing it to the potionmaker, she added, “That will be one piece, ten.”

“Great,” he said, nodding. He handed her several coins, then waved at her when she started to get him some change. “Keep it,” he said. Then, he beckoned to his companion and headed for the door.

“Thank you, sir,” Robin called after him. “Have a nice day, sir.”

“Yeah,” he said, giving her a cheery smile. “You too!” Then, he swept out of the shop.

“Keenan, watch where you’re going,” his companion scolded, holding the door for a woman whom Keenan had nearly run into. “I’m terribly sorry, ma’am. He’s like a whirlwind.”

“Quite all right,” the woman said, nodding her thanks. As he tipped his hat and stepped outside, she smiled at him.

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