“Anything could happen to a cat you let roam outside,” she said, getting the plates down and then heading over to the dining table. “I knew a girl in juvie...” She trailed off, deciding that maybe she didn’t want to reveal anything about Glock. It wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you discussed over dinner.
Mrs. Henson looked at Tamara when she didn’t finish.
“A girl in juvie who what?” she asked. “Lost a cat?”
Tamara shook her head, and looked for another subject to segue to.
“Nothing. Do you think I could get a volleyball to do practice drills?”
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