“Good morning, Sister of Kitty.”

A greeting reached Vonda's ears this morning. Just as she had taken a few steps away from her parked car in the office parking lot. Rolling her eyes for a moment, Vonda was sure that the person greeting her was Max. Even without looking, and yes! It was indeed Max.

Who else would know about Sister of Kitty?

“Good morning to you too, Brother of Kitty.”

“It doesn't quite fit, I think. It suits you better to be called Sister of Kitty,” Max said as he shifted his bag from one hand to the other. At first, he held the bag in his left hand,...