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95. Snowball
Setting: the Marchand house; Rouen, France; May 16, 2068
Gaston’s eyes darted from the postcard in his hand to the cat beside him. She was blinding white like the snow in the photograph, and when she curled up, she looked like a snowball. He sighed, stroking the cat. He wished he could’ve gone skiing with Mémé and Papi, but he’d resigned himself to his solitary existence.
Knock, knock! His eyes widened as he saw an old man in the doorway. Was he another scary psychiatrist like Dr. Javert? No, his name was Professor Evremonde. He was Mlle. Manon’s father. “What’s your cat’s name?” he asked, smiling.
“Her name’s Snowball.”
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |