My Son Brought Home a One-Eyed Ginger Cat Because He Said They Matched – What We Discovered Under That Cat’s Collar Two Days Later Brought Us to Our Knees
That Sunday began the way all my Sundays had for 10 years. I stood by the front door with my keys in one hand and talked to my wife the way lonely men do when nobody is there to answer.
“Do I still look handsome, Evie?” I asked in the empty hallway. “You used to lie better than anyone.”