“Notice how Chet seems to be sniffing the quilt a lot?” says Admin.
“Yeah,” says Spence. “Wonder what he smells.”
Are they serious? Cat. There’s cat on this thing and lots of it. Like a bunch of cats slept on it or something. I saw when the box was unpacked, and no cats came slinking out, so what’s the story?
“Where are we going to hang it?” says Admin.
“In the office, right?” says Spence. “We’ll be able to see it while we work.”
“But the only good spot is where the Fenway Park painting hangs.”
“Fenway Park could go over to Michigan J. Frog’s spot.”
“The framed cell?”
“But where will Michigan J. go?”
“Can we worry about that later?” Spence says.
“I like to worry in the now,” says Admin.
“Tell me about it.” Spence stomps off.
A few moments after that, so does does Admin. The door slams.
Hey! I’m alone with the quilt.
Quilt quote of the day (from the back of the quilt): There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face. – Ben Williams
This Sunday, 1 PM, Spencer Quinn at the Salem Literary Festival.
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