She starts when the patio door clicks shut behind me, but Milo looks up and gives me such a genuine smile that I can’t help but smile back at him. Then my eyes land on his paper, and my smile sours. He has covered the paper with his most impressive cat drawings. Which is to say that an abundance of deformed cats covers the page. “Lookin’ good, pal.” “Drawing Cleocatra,” he says with a pleased smack of his lips. “She looks…” I glance at Tabitha, who’s already glaring at me as though daring me to insult his cat. “Super cool. Love it.”
