SHE ordered another bourbon and water, and watched the cat play with the cricket. How odd to see a cat playing with a cricket in the corner of a cocktail lounge! But then, it wasn't a very respectable cocktail lounge. John wouldn't approve of it, nor would he approve of her being there alone at four o'clock in the afternoon. John didn't approve of a good many things she did. But, good heavens, why think about John? That was past--c'est fini!
"The Cat And The Cricket,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 14
, Article 4.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol14/iss3/4