The Family Surveillance Unit

Men with matching dogs attended the funeral.  None us had ever seen either the men or the dogs before.  My own dog had a prior engagement so I hired a different dog to take.  He sat on the cold ground and watched the matching dogs whilst I wondered who the men might be and out of what sort of secret connections their black funeral suits might be tailored.

That night I lay awake and my cat sat on my hip and watched me with scrunched-up, scrutinising eyes.

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