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Mister Kittle' sharp mew woke Meadow. 

“What?” she yawned, “Can’t you see I’m sleeping?”

She rolled to the other side of the bed but the spotted Sphynx cat did nothing but meow again. “Jesus, okay!” she gave up and sat on the bed. A quick glance on the alarm clock showed she overslept — again.

“Two in the afternoon?” She yawned again and put her hand to her stomach, trying to stop the imminent rumble. “Let’s get something for us to eat.” Meadow’s studio apartment looked like it was hit by a hurricane. Her dining table full of documents and annotations of her current case, in one of the corners the armchair was covered by the clothes she had selected to use that week and the sink full of [i]I-will-wash-tomorrow[/i] dishes.

She got up and jumped into the jeans she pulled under the pile of clothes. In her fridge, she found two pieces of pork steak, and she tossed one of the steaks to Mister Kittle and got a huge bite of the other.

Meadow was in Charity Beach for three days and already in doubt if moving was the correct thing she could have done. She hasn’t touched the case since she arrived and it would not be now, with the festival at bay that she would care. After all, she was new to the city, looking at what the city had to offer was in her plans.

"Stay safe, okee?" Meadow said to her cat while grabbing her car keys.