¹     Harry paused in his work to pick up the silver and white cat that was winding about his feet. He cradled her in his arms, stroking her long, soft hair as he listened to her purr. He tickled her whiskers, and she rubbed the side of her face against his fingers.
 
²     "Harry," said Mom, "I know you love Sylvia, but we don't have all day here."
 
³     Harry nodded after petting the cat one more time. He put her back on the floor so he could continue pushing the carpet sweeper over the rug.
 
⁴     Mrs. Andrews, the elderly lady who owned the house, was not able to get around very well. Harry and his mother came over at least twice a week to help with the housework and meals. Harry tried to stop by even more often than that. He made sure Sylvia's food bowl was filled and that she had fresh water. Most of all, he liked to listen to Mrs. Andrews's stories. Together, they had watched the snow fall outside and the Christmas lights.
 
⁵     She told him about her children and about her dead husband. She told him what it was like to grow up when cars were still new.

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