Cat In A Sapphire Slipper

Carole Nelson Douglas

and Nitpickers

Usually, Louie, I don’t interfere with your closing comments at the end of our books.

You are, after all, mentioned on the cover and the spine, just like me.

I am politically correct in your case. I’ve never found anybody lesser for having four feet instead of two. I realize you contribute a lot to our mutual enterprise.

But you must recognize that some people, perhaps not felines, are very much interested in Max Kinsella’s fate and future. I might point out that having one member of the cast at large in Europe is quite enough.

If you were so longing for a Continental outing, you should have arranged for a history as an international counterterrorism agent and for someone to try to assassinate you.

That said, I think you have truly stretched yourself in this adventure. You’re becoming quite the executive, overseeing the situation and sending your agents out to do the leg, and ear, work for you. Also, you are playing much better with others.

I am even gratified to hear that you’re accepting the inevitability of a change in your domestic landscape with good grace.

On the other hand, I’m also worried that something is very, very wrong.

This is just too good to last.