Sophia

I grabbed Repo by the collar with my right hand and tried to grab the cat by the scruff of the neck with my left to get the two apart but the cat turned and bit me on the back of my hand, jumped and took off down the stairs. I went back up the hill with my hand dripping blood cursing that damn dog all the way.

Sophia was a temp worker at a law firm down-town. It became famous when a shooter came in and shot up the place killing eight people. Fortunately Sophia was not there at the time.

I got to go to some of the parties of various companies she worked for. One was a dinner at the Science Museum in Golden Gate Park. The dining tables were set up in the aquarium, seating six or eight people each, in a long hall with thigh-high to ceiling glass, behind which was water-full fish-life aquarium tanks. The entrée was, as I learned, the insidious fare of steak and fish. I took both even as I was told there was some complications. How could I eat fish in front of living fish, or so I was told, with the fish watching me? Personally I did not see the difference, and I was the only one, at least at our table, to do so. Certainly the fish wouldn't know. If I should have a problem eating fish here, I should have a problem eating fish anywhere. Having no problem, I have no problem anywhere. I am not going to eat my fish in a closet.

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