“Tell me,” she said at last, “do you like cats?” “Crazy about them,” I said. “Always had one when I was a kid. I played with it constantly, even slept with it.” “Lucky you. I was dying to have a cat. But they wouldn’t let me. My mother hated them. Not once in my life have I managed to get something I really wanted. Not once. Can you believe it? You can’t understand what it’s like to live like that. When you get used to that kind of life – of never having anything you want – then you stop knowing what it is you want.”
