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The Quilt Maker-2
Lettys cat s sself, plop on to the grass.

    I t, per a belated e, all gone. ts ignored aggered erest at all in tains of cat food, teps among t  be going to cems of medicinal grass; but  so muco as let rengt to lift it. iff, voluminous fur.  been taking care of himself. he peered vaguely around, swaying.

    You could almost  t ing for to come and feed  t ty herself.

    to sarily.  il at last ed up a small amount of o  again and lurco tic effort, he dragged himself up.

    Later on, somebody jumped over tly t a bo t ignored t too. Next day, botill touched.

    ter t, only tals drifting across t windowsill.

    Small sins of omission remind one of ter sins of omission; at least sins of commission ention. however:

    May. A blo on t steps ing plastic sack of garbage and  t putter to a  next door.

    In tal tty. An octogenarian redains my forty, my ty, my ty, my ten years  of bones, surned, not in a ing ambulance, but on  t ss do on a little er colour, not only in  in her cheeks.

    the landlord, foiled.

    Escorted by trict nurse, t not ungentle niece, Letty is escorted do, grass-gro stairs into  door t someone o unbolt from inside for urn. oo crest --  reet  and s t only tc s: quot;Carefully does it, Letty.quot;

    quot;I can manage,quot; setchily.

    ttered in closes upon tering entourage.

    t room of tairs slams down, bang.

    And o make of t? Id set it up so carefully, an enigmatic structure about evanescence and ageing a
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