“You didn’t need to get us anything.” Beth tutted as she hugged Celia in greeting.
“We didn’t. This was sitting on your stoop.”
“Oh.” Beth looked at the package, wrapped in red ribbon.
“Is something wrong?”
Beth sighed. “It’s a long story. You remember Grandpa? And his obsession with cats?”
Celia laughed. “He said they’d rule the world if they had opposable thumbs.”
“Right. He had a lot of spare time after he lost his job with Genetix.”
“I don’t follow.”
Beth took the box gingerly. “Let’s just say that access to tools expands your range of potential prey considerably.”
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