Chapter 11 MRS. ALBIE SPIES

We brought the teapot to the hearth together. I held one side, he put his paws on the other side, claws carefully not scratching. Shared heat. Our hands — my hand and his paw — both on the same pot.

The water turned not brown like my usual tea, but silver. Like moonlight. Like his fur. Like the pep...

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