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it.”
    â€œI never thought of that.”
Tucker saw the mail driver.
“Hey, I’ll race you to Rob.”
    Tucker cheated and tore out before Mrs. Murphy could reply. Furious, Mrs. Murphy shot off her powerful hindquarters and stayed low over the ground.
    â€œGirls, girls, you come back here.”
    The girls believed in selective hearing and Tucker made it to the mail truck before Mrs. Murphy, but the little tiger jumped into the vehicle.
    â€œI won!”
    â€œYou did not,”
Tucker argued.
    â€œHello, Mrs. Murphy. Hello, Tucker.” Rob was pleased at the greeting he’d received.
    Harry, panting, caught up with the cat and the dog. “Hi, Rob. What you got for me this morning?”
    â€œThe usual. Two bags.” He rattled around in the truck. “Here’s a package from Turnbull and Asser that Josiah DeWitt has to sign and pay for.” Rob pointed out the sum on the front.
    Harry whistled. “One hundred and one dollars duty. Must be a mess of shirts in there. Josiah has to have the best.”
    â€œI was reading somewhere, don’t remember where, that the mark-up in the antiques business can be four hundred percent. Guess he can afford those shirts.”
    â€œTry to get him to pay for anything else.” Harry smiled.
    BoomBoom Craycroft, Kelly’s pampered wife, drove east, heading toward Charlottesville. BoomBoom owned a new BMW convertible with the license plate BOOMBMW . She waved and Harry and Rob waved back.
    Rob gazed after her. BoomBoom was a pretty woman, dark and sultry. He came back to earth. “Today I’ll carry the bags in, miss. You can save women’s liberation for tomorrow.”
    Harry smiled. “Okay, Rob, butch it up. I love a man with muscles.”
    He laughed and hauled both bags over his shoulders as Harry unlocked the door.
    After Rob left, Harry sorted the mail in a half hour. Tuesdays were light. She settled herself in the back room and made a cup of good coffee. Tucker and Mrs. Murphy played with the folded duffel bag and by the time Harry emerged from the back room, Mrs. George Hogendobber was standing at the front door and the duffel was moving suspiciously. Harry didn’t have the time to pull Mrs. Murphy out. She unlocked the front door and as Mrs. Hogendobber came in, Mrs. Murphy shot out of the bag like a steel ball in a pinball machine.
    â€œCatch me if you can!”
she called to Tucker.
    The corgi ran around in circles as Mrs. Murphy jumped on a shelf, then to the counter, ran the length of the counter at top speed, hit the wall with all four feet and shoved off the wall with a half turn, ran the length of the counter, and did the same maneuver in the opposite direction. She then flew off the counter, ran between Mrs. Hogendobber’s legs, Tucker in hot pursuit, jumped back on the counter, and then sat still as a statue as she laughed at Tucker.
    Mrs. Hogendobber gasped, “That cat’s mental!”
    Harry, astonished at the display of feline acrobatics, swallowed and replied, “Just one of her fits—you know how they are.”
    â€œI don’t like cats myself.” Mrs. H. drew herself up to her full height, which was considerable. She had the girth to match. “Too independent.”
    Yes, many people say that, Harry thought to herself, and all of them are fascists. This was a cherished assumption she would neither divulge nor purge.
    â€œI forgot to tell you to watch Diane Bish Sunday night on cable. Such an accomplished organist. Why they even show her feet, and last Sunday she wore silver slippers.”
    â€œI don’t have cable.”
    â€œOh, well, move into town. You shouldn’t be out there at Yellow Mountain alone, anyway.” Mrs. Hogendobber whispered, “I hear Mim dumped off the wedding invitations yesterday.”
    â€œTwo boxes full.”
    â€œDid she invite Stafford?” This sounded innocent.
    â€œI don’t know.”
    â€œOh.”