And this was why Max hated cats! Tricky, evil, fur-licking cats! Now here she was, in the kitchen, her sisters grilling her like a steak about something she’d already forgotten. Life was too short to get all wound up about who kidnapped whom and who had shot whom and why a woman might willingly dive headfirst into the van of her kidnappers! Her sisters were so goddamn obsessive! Max didn’t obsess about anything but good honey and liquor flavored with snake venom. Those were the important things in life. Everything else was a waste of her energy. But there was no way out of it now, and all
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