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He knew better than to complain about his situation. Once, he had let it drop to a teacher that he wasn’t happy with his life at home. She had immediately passed it on to the principal. Boneh had found himself facing a huge cherry wood desk with the big guy himself on the other side, asking him all sorts of questions.
“I think that would too heart-breaking,” said Gran, leaning down to pick-up Cookie who happened to be passing by. “I would get attached to every kitten.” Boneh knew he wouldn’t have that problem. At the same time, he doubted he could make a living bringing kittens into the world. “I think Sugar got into a fight,” said Gran turning to Uncle Cawley. Sugar was a magnificent white tom that spent his days lounging in the backyard on Gran’s patio chairs. “He had a little scratch over his eye when I went out this morning.” “He can take care of himself,” said Uncle Cawley. To his credit, Uncle Cawley didn’t get too mushy over the cats. But he didn’t mind petting them when they came brushing up against his leg.“How did you become a Christian, Gran?” Boneh asked. “I read a Bible,” said his grandmother. “How did you became a Christian, Uncle Cawley?” said Boneh, turning to his uncle. “Your grandmother gave me her Bible to read,” said Uncle Cawley. “Why the questions, dear?” his grandmother asked, putting down Cookie to return her attention to her plate. “It’s the guidance counselor, Edna,” said Uncle Cawley. “They ask all sorts of questions.” Boneh decided to let it go at that
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