Whatever works

One week and one day after the Worst Day Of My Life, and my cat asks me, upon my return home from the gym, “Are you sad and angry today?”

I tell her, yup, of course I am.

She looks up from where she’s pressed herself against my leg on the bed. I bend to cover her with my body, which she always allows, like a dog.

“I’m gonna be sad and angry every day,” I tell her. “Forever.”

“That’s okay, right?” she says.

Yup, it is, I tell her.

“Whatever works,” as he taught me.

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