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When I got back just now from Mel's place and saw that the litter box hadn't been used, I worried enough to embark upon a search. They are in a two-shelf kitchen cabinet thing, Nuala (the gray tabby) on the top shelf and Ripley (the tortoiseshell) on the bottom, which recapitulates their dominant-submissive pattern. I wish I could inform them that no more strange men will be visiting the house any time soon, but still to come are the landlord to open the jammed window in the bathroom, and the bookcase people and loveseat-and-armchair people.
While I was at Mel's place her mother called and, when told that I was there, started saying stuff like, "Tell her I love the back cover! And the little thingies on each page!" Just then my cell phone rang. It was the manager of the Century City Brentano's, to whom I had given an ARC. She wanted to let me know that she had mentioned it to a customer who was a film producer, and the customer had given the manager her contact info to give to me so I could get her an ARC.
I swear I will also tell you guys once the bad reviews and crushing disappointments start coming in.
While I was at Mel's place her mother called and, when told that I was there, started saying stuff like, "Tell her I love the back cover! And the little thingies on each page!" Just then my cell phone rang. It was the manager of the Century City Brentano's, to whom I had given an ARC. She wanted to let me know that she had mentioned it to a customer who was a film producer, and the customer had given the manager her contact info to give to me so I could get her an ARC.
I swear I will also tell you guys once the bad reviews and crushing disappointments start coming in.