Except for that random yelling. He stepped in after her. “Who are you calling for? Exactly?” “Oh. You wouldn’t know Mister Rogers, would you?” Her eyes widened, and she spun toward the stairwell. “I hear you up there.” She peered up the stairs. “Mister Rogers is my cat.” “Your cat?” Cash lifted his cap and scratched his head. There was a growl and a scramble of feet, and then a black-and-white cat appeared at the top of the stairs, glaring with big green eyes. “Did you make a mess up there?” Rebecca glowered at the feline and then pointed to the floor next to her. “Get down here right now.” To
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