“I can’t smell it.”
“Are you serious? Mom, I can smell it from outside.”
“Doesn’t bother me.”
“Is this where your money is going? These cats? Do you even know how many?”
“Sixteen, I think.”
“There are more than that in the kitchen.”
“I know them as individuals. I don’t keep track like that.”
“It’s unsanitary, Mom. It stinks.”
“That’s just the litter boxes. They all use them. At least most of them do. Like I say, I can’t smell it.”
“What do you neighbors say?”
“They’re all renters now since the Shepardson boy sold their house.”
“They’re still neighbors.”
