“About Scratches? Oh yeah, I defi-
nitely have to be honest about her.”   
     “Scratches definitely, but no, I  
mean about the talking cat. AmyStrange,
right? Are you gonna tell her about    
that?”                                 
     “I guess I have to,” I said and   
started fiddling with one of the set-  
tings. “I think in Amy’s case, Cat     
should definitely be capitalized.”     
     “I agree,” Beth said and smiled.  
     “If she’s real.”                  
     “I’m not even sure myself. Except 
for the selfie, the ten-thousand dol-  
lars, and the fact that I’ve actually  
seen her talk, I’ve got nothing. All I 
can say is we’ll definitely know for   
sure Friday.”                          
     “I can’t wait. This is gonna be   
one freaky Halloween,” she said and    
* started scrolling to the top of the      
page.                                  
     “Why does the date stamp say Octo-
ber 15th?  That was two weeks ago. Why 
don’t you just start today? Oh Christ! 
That’s when you tried to save those...”
     “Beth, Beth, Beth!” I literally   
screamed. “Don’t give it away! Please!”
     “Ok, ok, ok!” she literally       
screamed back at me.                   
     “Don’t go all crazy on me, buddy. 
Save that shit  for your shrink,” she  
said a little quieter.                 
     She pulled out her gun, and it    
looks like she’s checking to see if    
it’s loaded, but I’m not really sure.  
I’m not a big fan, but she definitely  
is. She carries that thing everywhere, 
even to bed.                           



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