She used to sit in bed with her back against the headboard and her knees bent so they made a big white triangle with the covers. There was often a cat in the dip of her lap, or between her head and the bed, and sometimes I would scramble in behind her and stuff myself into the gap like wadding, surrounded by pillows. I’d chew my blanket and play with her hair, and we’d watch Blind Date or the Weakest Link. Ann Robinson and Cilla Black remind me of her, so do black-and-white cats and lots of other things, too.
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