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The Porcelain FellaI was brushing away a grape-themed wind chime when I saw the porcelain cat. A gray Persian puffball with owlish eyes, I knew right away that it was the perfect gift for my one true love. 499 Pesos, said the tag around its neck. Grinning, I reached for the yellow 500 in my pocket. It had to be fate. I could already see my goddess fiddling with her ponytail and blushing furiously as I bestowed my humble offering. I hoped that we could ride on the same bus afterward, but I didn’t want to jinx it.
The rain started pouring again when I left the novelty shop. I shielded the porcelain cat inside my slicker all the way home.
Turned out the cat looked smashing next to my blue star lamp. Did I really have to give it away? Wasn’t there anything else I could do to convey my undying affections? Why not write her a love letter? Of course! I sat up and grabbed a pad of purple-lined paper from my school bag. Think—what words would win her over without fail? As I wrote, I read alo
TestamentWith the mourners gone, the house was finally quiet again. My sister made tea for us while I examined the details of mother's will. We weren't glad she was gone, not by any stretch of the imagination, but we were the kind of family that dotted our i's and crossed our t's. Mother would have wanted it to be this way, so we put aside our grief and focused on the facts.
And the biggest fact of all was that despite everything we knew about mother, and through all the years she claimed to have no secrets; there was, apparently, one very large one being carried around within her. Her last will and testament, contrary to everything we'd expected, contained a mystifying reference to a prophecy and, of all things, a robotic cat.
It was this that I was puzzling over while Maisy busied herself in the kitchen, and our conversation was both muted and unenlightening. She was as in the dark as I was, and we sat attempting to make sense of the thing until the birds outside warned us of the day's immine