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"We are, though this one's a bit bigger and not so can-of-sardines," Adelaide mused. "Hey tell me one thing from those years that you think I should definitely know about," Adelaide prompted, the shots loosening her usually-reticent tongue. "You should know... that I had a cat. His name was Hector. It kind of blows my mind I had a pet you'll never meet. I like to imagine you would have had a spectacular love-hate relationship. Cail couldn't stand him - doesn't like Bogey either, but Bogey at least never pounced his head from the back of the sofa, so he got to stay. Hector wasn't quite so wise."
With that second shot Adelaide certainly began to feel the effects, and she waggled a disapproving finger at her brother. "I know we got a long line of drunks behind us, Jims, but I don't think you know that I'm a lightweight. That's what you get for never letting me drink with you and the boys. It don't take much to knock me flat. Mama'd be so shamed."
"Oh, that piano," Adelaide said, and it was clearly near a religious experience just talking of it. "It's perfect. And that Ollie fella is something else, too. But the best is in the early morning when this place is empty, and I get it all to myself." She smiled up at Rodeo. "And I don't have to freeze my butt off in that storage room anymore. I don't even wanna ask how you did it."