"Seven o'clock for breakfast?'"Right. G'night."He didn't feel like talking about it, but then, with a sigh, he called and told Jody that "Maybe you sh...ould call George. Maybe he can talk to you. No, he'll still be up, he's a night owl."Half an hour later he rang the phone at home. Busy.An hour later, he rang the phone at home. Busy.An hour and a half later, he rang the phone at home. Busy.He slipped under the covers and turned off the light still watching a rerun of Casablanca. The sign on of. "Well, you are leaving and I guess I should be getting out of her too." Nonsense. I shouldn't be gone much more that an hour. Stick around and find out what Babs has to say about the places she has found out about."Babs laughed and said, "Don't worry Brian, I won't take advantage of you" and we all laughed and I headed off to rescue my mother.I hadn't been gone from the house five minutes when my cell phone beeped and when I answered it it was my mom calling to tell me that she had finally. She’d never seen Guy act like this. He seemed completely unmoved by her demand that he get rid of the cat. He knew how much she disliked cats.The kids entered the house having returned from school. Hardly a second passed before Bill said, “Hey! Dad has a cat.”“A cat?” Sean said while doing a double take at the cat.“Mom doesn’t like cats,” Ellie said. Everyone in the family knew that Maggie didn’t like cats.“Get that cat out of here,” Maggie said.“No,” Guy replied.“You know I don’t like cats,”. Maybe both.Rebecca said, “Besides the whores, what was it like back there, Mr. Murdock?”I thought about that. “I remember a lot of laughter in our house, probably that more than anything.”I didn’t want to give them the wrong idea though, “But work too. We all worked in Clive Gilmore’s furniture store.”Rebecca and Rosie nodded, that made sense.“I started there when I was 7 or 8, sweeping the floors, dusting, polishing.”Rosie said, “What was your grandfather like?”A complicated question. Maybe it.