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The next day I went to meet someone I needed to tell something. It was raining in Williamsburg. Kids ran past McCarren Park smiling, no umbrellas, soaked. I had a little collapsible black thing she gave me last summer when I lived in Brooklyn and we were still seeing each other.
I could always tell what kind of mood Nancy was in based on her tail and her pupils — tall and thin pupils meant she was peaceful, fat pupils meant she was distressed, thin tail and thin eyes meant she was plotting, bushy tail and big eyes meant she was out for blood. And with the other cats around, she usually was.