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You Talk with Mrs. Belindo You ask Mrs. Belindo if she has any idea how her son Troy got sick.
"Are you all right?" you ask her. "Yes," she says. "Just tired. Very tired. And I'm scared at what will happen to my son." She stops to take a drink from a glass of milk. "You're drinking milk," you observe. "Yes," she says. "Want some? It's nice and cold." Suddenly a sleek young tabby cat jumps up into her lap, its eyes upon the glass in Mrs. Belindo's hand. "Oh, all right," she sighs, and tips the glass so the cat can lap at the milk. "Troy would never do this. He says milk is bad for cats. Have you ever heard anything so ridiculous in all your life?"  TABBY CAT
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"It's
that girl," she hisses, nodding her chin at the door to Troy's bedroom.
"So bossy. She calls him at all hours. They sneak around at night. He
-- he doesn't eat right!" She cries softly some more.
