Zé jumped again, this time hissing a little. “Sorry ’bout that,” the woman wearing a Tennessee Titans baseball cap mocked. “I always forget how nervous y’all are.” “You’re not a cat,” he told the woman sitting next to him. “Definitely not.” “Pitbull then?” Her yellow eyes narrowed. “Gray wolf. And a Smith.” “I don’t know what that means.” “Dee-Ann Smith’s the name.” “And howling is your game?” Those eyes narrowed even more. “You really didn’t know all this time that you were a cat? Because you sure as hell sound like one.”
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