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