A Village—LATER
When we spot it, on a dangerous curve, the van swings into the on-coming lane as I try to slow down. The place is a caterer on the edge of the main Village. The Boss must have ordered something for the party.
We are surveying a smelly dumpster when the caterer comes out and Sailor Lou talks to him.
Meanwhile, I am attracted to something next door, which catches my eye. But between it and me is a screened-in porch and bushes. I open the porch door. The porch is crowded with junk and kittens that scramble for the open door. There is no way through the porch or the bushes beyond. I don’t know how to get through.
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