“It's still sad for this cat,     
though,” she finally said, “Sometimes, 
I hate people. Damn it! I am so fucking
stupid. I had a feeling this was going 
to happen."                            
     She quickly told me what did      
happen.                                
     When the Cat talked, she went into
shock, and so did the other two guys   
who assisted her. Before she could     
recover, one of them was turning on the
video cameras, and the other was       
calling people on the phone.           
     “It was a madhouse in here for a  
while, but that's no excuse. I usually 
get off at eleven, but Bart told me, I 
had to leave. I didn't know then, what 
he was planning, but I had an idea.”   
     “Don't beat yourself up too much. 
I'm the one who suggested she talk to  
* you guys. It's just as much my fault,    
as it is yours, if not more,” I said,  
and then added, “Did she tell you about
what Frankie, I mean, what Bart was    
doing?”                                
     “Yes she did, and I didn’t have a 
clue, otherwise I would’ve said some-  
thing right from the beginning,” she   
answered, and then changed the subject.
     "Well, at least it's the right    
color, black, except for a couple white
spots. That'll give it away for sure." 
     "It's the best I could do on such 
short notice,” I said, and then pulled 
out a big black magic pen, "but I did  
bring this,” and started to rub the    
white parts out with the black ink.    
     "When I came into work tonight and
found out that they were going to cut  
her open," Amy said.                   



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