Cats
Seymour went into deep-think mode. One eyebrow went up and one eyebrow went down. Mr. G. looked at me for a translation. I had no idea what was going on in Seymour's head. When it came to football, things were definitely weird.
Jessica went to visit her grandfather.
He lived by himself and sometimes he got lonely
When she got there, her grandfather was sitting on the back step holding a bowl of milk.
“There’s a wild little cat in the bushes,” he said. “She must be hungry, but she won’t come out.”
“You can’t rush a cat, Granddaddy,” Jessica said.