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Robley Wilson edited the North American Review for more than thirty years. Now retired, he lives with his wife, two stepdaughters, and seven cats in Orlando, Florida. His most recent story collection is The Book of Lost Fathers (Johns Hopkins).
On the weekends she stayed with him, the first sound she heard in the morning was the meowing of his cat. The people in the apartment next door also had a cat, only theirs was put out overnight; his was strictly an indoor cat, black and nearly a dozen years old and just beginning to turn fat. The next-door cat always came to its owner’s front porch and yowled to be let in. His crouched in the bedroom window, peering down, and the two cats carried on a conversation until the next-door cat went inside.
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