“So stand closer to the flames.”
“Are you serious?”
“We’re going to be here awhile. No sense catching a chill.”
“They told us to stay back.”
She stared through me. “Perhaps you can sit in the ambulance. Go ask someone.” She turned back to the blaze.
I clutched the blanket from the EMTs and marched away, each step crunching in the snow.
Months later, we developed film from a camera that survived the fire. On the table, next to the candles Mother would later light, was the tabby.
I told her that cat was up to no good.
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As always, happy trails!