Scalini is still alive, a little stiff in the hind legs--alive thanks to my Dougherty cousin from Indiana. The quilt is a great treasure, made from historically significant Harris Tweed jackets and other garments. It wraps one in good memories. The cat is somehow angelic even when she honks at 5:45 in the morning. She does not get to use the quilt except for photo shoots.
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