"How many cats do you have?" Wendy asks as I cut myself a piece of Cicely's pumpkin pie.
"Three. It's a good number for us."
"Yeah, we're down to three, too, and I don't know if I'll get a fourth to replace my old one that died this summer."
We walk back into the main room where the mah jongg set is, sitting down at our places.
"I think that we'll keep three," I continue. "When we lose one, we'll just get another."
"What?" asks Jen. "Kids?"
I almost, but not quite, snort white wine through my nose.
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As I almost, but not quite, do now.
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