Re: [The Mean Eyed Cat: Jack + Cat]
Jack knew nothing about the whip now or before or even later, come to think of it. It was just as well, he would have been far too bloody interested in hearing its genesis, use and would have expended some degree of thought on why. He didn't know it was a gift, so much as it was demand and supply. Cat was the kind of woman who liked to be looked at and only Jack knew where it was in his history he'd presently stopped.
The vodka spread out, a loaned heat and temporary. He let the glass sit a moment more, coasting on the last. "I made a friend at a distance. But people who matter ought to matter continuously, don't you think? After they've begun to matter, so long as you remember why they matter." He drank the shot.
"I discovered at some point after twenty five or six that it wasn't going to last and I was very preoccupied with fixing what was not there that I thought should be." No, it wasn't the kind of memory to roll into shore on but it was shared, and that was the point. "I've others." His mouth curled.
"And a variety of other new starts. It's very encouraging, when I'm over the deeply detailed revisiting of what I had deliberately tried to forget. But I've spent months all about me. What memories have you been making, while I've been finding my feet. You had a visit with your daughter. What do you recommend, by the way, this isn't doing it for me." He meant the vodka.