Arthur took a notion one day and just walked off his job. Simple as that. Got in his car and headed for the coast. Got lucky on his third try and found a room with an old widow who was more interested in having a man around the house than rent money. His room had a view of the bay. He found a job bussing tables at a local restaurant. A waste of his master’s degree for sure but a lot less stressful than his old job. It was in his third week in town that he remembered the cat.

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