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A
young single mother comes in after a hard day at a minimum wage
job. It's been a rough
week, and the money she got will just barely pay the food bill for
her and her three kids this week.
She is living down the
street in one of those run down public housing places.
BarCat has seen her occasionally, after a hard week, she
would come in and have exactly one beer, and leave Pete a tip as
well as the cost of the beer.
Best thing is, she will also ask for a shot glass, and share
the beer with BarCat.
She was looking really tired.
Retail sucks as a job, and the holiday season can be brutal
on the workers. BarCat
admired her; a really hard working woman trying to keep her family
together as best as she can.
She had said a few times that
she had an idea for a book.
See, she likes to write.
She has it all worked out, she just needs more time to work
on the manuscript. She
wonders some days how she is ever going to make it, but she just
keeps going.
BarCat never heard her say she wished for
anything. She has all
she could wish for in her children.
But being BarCat and being very mellow that particular
evening, he thought he might give her something.
It was the holidays after all. He knew she would finish the
book, but she would need a publisher.
He reached out with his paw, and touched her hand.
She looked at the cat, smiled, and scratched his head.
She poured a little more beer into his glass, finished the
beer and left a tip on the bar for Pete.
Pete came over to
talk to BarCat. "You
know," he said, "I do like her idea for a kids story about young
wizards and witches. I
do hope it is a success."
BarCat smiled.
How could it not be, when the woman herself is amazing?
She will do quite well all on her own. And the right
publisher will make her stories known to everyone.
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