One-Eyed CatA Single Shot Ned fired the forbidden rifle just once, at a flickering shadow in the autumn moonlight. But someone -- a face, fleetingly seen staring at him from an attic window -- was watching. And when a one-eyed cat turns up at an elderly neighbor's woodshed, Ned is caught in a web of guilt, fear, and shame that he cannot escape -- until another moonlit night, come spring, brings redemption and surprising revelations. |
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... Mama was very still when Mrs. Scallop was in the room , Ned had observed . People from church had used to visit quite ... Mama's door and peeked in at her . Her eyes were closed . Papa must have turned on her bedside lamp but it was weak ...
... Mama was very still when Mrs. Scallop was in the room , Ned had observed . People from church had used to visit quite ... Mama's door and peeked in at her . Her eyes were closed . Papa must have turned on her bedside lamp but it was weak ...
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... Mama's knees . The wind blew , the thunder rumbled , lightning lit up the sky . Ned felt as if the house were ... Mama said , " I don't know that I'd agree with you , Mrs. Scallop . I imagine it could be wonderful to be out on such a ...
... Mama's knees . The wind blew , the thunder rumbled , lightning lit up the sky . Ned felt as if the house were ... Mama said , " I don't know that I'd agree with you , Mrs. Scallop . I imagine it could be wonderful to be out on such a ...
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... Mama's grandmother had left it to her in her will , and Mama always wore it on Christmas Eve when Papa drove them all to the church . Ned drew his hand over the soft fur . " What's it made of , Papa ? " he asked timidly . " I think it's ...
... Mama's grandmother had left it to her in her will , and Mama always wore it on Christmas Eve when Papa drove them all to the church . Ned drew his hand over the soft fur . " What's it made of , Papa ? " he asked timidly . " I think it's ...
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