So, what's up with today?
Alsava wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly woke up and was lying miserably in her room. Or, try to hit anyone in the butt, so that Alsava immediately realized which illusions and which are really happening.
"How old is it?
Alsava shuddered at that.
Who was the one who refused, screaming like crazy? And now, who seems more enthusiastic? Maybe the boy hit the car earlier and his brain shifted a little? I mean, where did the sharp-tongued man go?
"Lowe, the one you're carrying, not yet a month old." Alsava's attention was distracted, watching a thin white cat in Adrian's arms. The hair on the cat's body was missing a lot - cut marks - with both watery eyes and torn right ear, cut marks too. "Brought here after Mr. Eka, the person in charge of Miaw's Paw, saw Lowe being kicked by its owner."
Alsava couldn't help but cringe in horror at the hearing, also imagining, Lowe's condition from the story of the commun
