The Spring season in all its splendorous fragrance. Effulgent. Lucy locked the front door, still wondering about having a cat. She had had one before, ginger and white. But it turned mad and died. Lucy wasn't sure if getting another scored as a clever decision. Often clever decisions were the most boring. Walking down, now thinking about the shopping list, suddenly she stopped at the window of the furniture shop. A big, and pretty, double bed. Simple lines. Wood in white.
On the way back, she looked at it again. She had a double bed, too.
Putting the shopping away, her mind was on the cat stuff again. Maybe a cute siamese. White. The bad thing about iguanas is they don't wag their tails when you come back home. The flowers of the back garden don't either.
Next morning Lucy had already decided the name of her possible cat. Even more, she took a different route.
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