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Amy’s Point Of View
When Katrina introduced the dark and mysterious Michelangelo at breakfast, I knew my adopted mother had enjoyed a nighttime adventure. The beautiful jet-black tom cat didn’t simply stroll into our home and lives without a catalyst.
You belong to her, or perhaps it’s the other way around.
Michelangelo was a beautiful boy, sleek, seductive, and dark, with dispassionate, sparkling eyes that stared into my soul. Katerina hand-fed him scraps of bacon from her plate while he purred so loudly that Maria heard him in the kitchen, and soon, more bacon was grilled.
“He already owns us all, Katerina?”
“Is that not the effect beautiful, sexy boys have on us, my dear?”
My father sat beside his lover, who was opposite me, at the breakfast table. He looked tired, while Katerina seemed sprightly and refreshed; to wit, I deduced Dad had waited up late for his girlfriend’s return.
I ate strawberry yogurt slowly, eyeing Katerina while she smiled, avoiding my unspoken question. I wanted to know what she’d done and if progress was made, although because I had left matters in her hands, I felt compelled to limit my intrusion.