(six) toeing the line

i went to work last night and a friend of mine told me her neighbor had deposited a polydactyl cat. this particular (beautiful) genetic aberration has 22 and a fetching feline tuxedo. but this is beside the point.

the point is that i would love to love this cat, and my living situation is about to change, but i'm not sure about the timing. timing seems to be so much of everything these days (it always is) and last night i called Mardou as i walked home from work. her grandma had died, and she had spent a frigid, miserable weekend in the Midwest. she said:

"i'm going to be in Florida this weekend."
- why?
"i'm a bridesmaid; it's my second job."
- oh...

and so we made plans (perhaps) to have chutney for breakfast Monday morning after she finishing holding court on Sunday night. one would think this is beside the point, but it's not, because:

Mardou is the one who taught me timing, two summers ago when it seemed as though the sky was sliced open and dumped stars on the earth below.