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Hardcover
Published January 1, 1978
“Remember I didn't have a chance to sow any wild oats. There was always Father and old Agnes after me, like a policeman instead of a governess. Then I went right into the army and marriage.”
“Thunder. A storm is coming.”
“She clung to the wet, cold railing; she lifted her face, trying to see through rain and darkness; there was another vivid, greenish flash of lightning which sharply outlined the edge of the roof above. Something moved there, against the lighted sky.
The lightning was gone; thunder crashed over the city, all around her. There was only blackness above, below – everywhere. What had moved up there?
Had anything moved – like a head aware of her approach, jerking backward as the flash of lightning revealed it?
If anything moved, it was the cat; and it was not the cat.”