Moppsie wiggled the stump for her tail as she looked up at us with her white blind eyes. She knew we were talking about her.
I offered Speedy Smith a drink from the flask of scotch I carried in my pocket. I knew he had a few things to say.
“Remember the magnolia blossom?” he began. “The girl told me I was crazy and I had the feeling she might be right. So I went to see a head shrinker. He told me I was losing my capacity to feel like a human being. When I insisted that I was quite happy as a bachelor, he shook his head and told me to get emotionally involved with something that had a heart and soul. That’s when Moppsie came into my life.”
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