“You’re right,” he said. “No point smashing a cat’s paw like that. She’s a sweet cat, too, no trouble to anyone. So what’s to be gained from mangling her paw? It was a senseless, evil thing to do. Still, evil like that is everywhere in this world, mountains of it. I can’t understand it, you can’t understand it. But it’s there, no question. You could say we’re surrounded by it.” With his eyes on his beer glass, the Rat shook his head one more time. “Well, it doesn’t make sense to me.” “That’s the best way to handle it. Admit that you don’t understand and leave it at that.”
