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79 Epilogue I’m working a Sudoku puzzle, one cat in my lap and Mozart on the radio. I didn’t catch what work, but I don’t know much about classical music. I like it, most of it, have it on all day, a companion as I wander from room to room within a life that may or may not matter. I also don’t know much about cats. We have two. They act as if they can’t believe the other should be in the house. They hiss, growl, swat at each other. The old dog sleeps. The young dog stands between them. It’s a cold day, patches of snow and ice. There are birds at the feeders. There is a clear sky, and the creek behind the house drifts along as does the next piece on the radio, something by Edward Elgar or maybe it’s Vaughn Williams. This puzzle is impossible. ...

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