“Alicia.”                         
     “I looked you up, and all that    
stuff on the bridge was easy to figure 
out,” the Cat said, and then added, “As
far as getting stuff in here, that’s   
easy. My friends have it sent to the   
One-Star guy. It’s marked confidential 
and always in a red envelope. Those are
for me and are put in with all the     
others in that cubby hole,” she said,  
pointing to a dozen of them near the   
door.                                  
     “I grab it, before that Captain   
picks up all that other stuff.”        
     That made sense, but I still had  
to say it, “We could go to jail for    
this. You know that, right?”           
     “True,” the Cat said thoughtfully,
“but I’d get worse. I’d end up back    
here, and Frankie will not be happy.   
* I’ll be lucky to survive the week.”      
     I remembered the bloody bag, the  
screaming mouse, and that made me mad. 
     “Don’t worry. No one’s gonna hurt 
you. Not if I have anything to say     
about it.”                             
     “Thank you,” she said, and then   
went on about how it took her two weeks
to learn how to use her claws to type. 
At first, she kept hitting two, three  
keys at a time.                        
     “The lock on my cage was easier to
deal with than this shit,” she com-    
plained, but then found out about the  
on-screen keyboard and used that       
instead.                               
     After that got tiring, though, she
decided it was time to bite the bullet 
and learn how to type with her paws.   
“It was grueling, but I finally did it,
and all in two weeks. Is that good?”   



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